When I got to my room I was in shock at what had just happened. How could I have let him fingered me to an orgasm. How could he be so bold as to think... he could do that to me? In the morning, Scott blasted off to the trade show as my husband and I headed to work. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the morning or that evening. My husband and I went to bed as usual and I stayed up reading as he fell to sleep. I debated on going down stairs to get my usual glass of water but in the end I could. I was about to tell her I thought I knew what she wanted to talk to me about when she said, "I'm sorry for bothering you," and walked out the door.Even with my telepathic and empathic senses, I had a difficult time uncovering the cause of her deeply buried and tightly controlled feelings. It wasn't until my lock on her mind started to break up that I noticed her minor slip up had triggered an avalanche. She was driving home thinking about ending her loneliness the quickest and least painful. I began dripping my cum on her chin ,leaving a trail down her body where it pooled in her pubic hair. I rested my cock on her leg as I watched her fingers wipe my cum all over her body . she then put a finger to my mouth where I sucked on it then bent down and kissed her.”Lets go to bed now “I said helping her up and to the bedroom where we fell asleep holding each other. Well thankfully it was pouring rain when I awoke at 5 am and went to the bathroom. I returned to bed and laid down beside. ‘Time to head out,’ she states whilst slipping on some severe four inch heels, they were hard to walk in, but they would not be on her feet for very long.It had just gone past 7pm by the time they pulled up. It looked like a fair few guests had already arrived.One of the benefits of having regulars at the parties, was they could keep on top of everyone’s status as far as STD’s, all the women had some form of contraception, so it was pretty much a normal affair for all the cocks to go in.