His cock poked through his boxers and I finally got a look. I know I grabbed onto it a few minutes earlier, but I wanted to see it, and it was a good ...size. It was probably seven and a half inches long and a little thick too. So it made 'sexy radar' go off the charts. “Wow, you are packing some heat there,” I said. I took off my panties and he got out a condom. I watched him put it on and then got on top of me. “And you are responsible too, so you get an 'A' in my book,” I said. “I'm glad. "Please let me go, please, please... I don't want this... oh God... please, please, please... I'll be good... please..."The man's face darkened with anger. "What's the matter, bitch?" He gave her a hard slap that made her see stars. "You're the one who came out here tonight to be used. The one who let some schmuck tie her slutty ass down to a goddman toilet. So what's the problem? Am I not good enough for you? You think you're better than me, you filthy piece of shit whore?" No no no. Beer was the predominant odor wafting along the gilded ceiling. A chirp in his ear, then Charlie’s voice, barely audible over the surrounding noise. ‘Brown over Oriental, blushing bride.’ Brown hair, long and braided, red dress. Matt snorted lightly as he glanced over the crowd. Lots of red dresses. But braids were long out of fashion in this corner of the earth. The dazed looking woman at the wine vendor was a good guess. He tugged his gloves just a little tighter and claimed one of the trays. Standing up, Gabriella exclaimed "Oh! It looks like we made a bit of a mess; let's get your trousers off before it gets worse." Looking down Steve saw that indeed his pubic hair was matted thick with her juices and his cum, and their fluids liberally stained his boxers where they bunched around his penis. Only by good fortune had his suit pants escaped staining, and Steve was silently thankful that Gabriella had taken the time to open his fly as wide as she had. Gabriella, who had already.