I had the desperate urge to cum hard.Something wasn’t right here. Something was up. I stared at Asher, puzzled, questioning everything, and if it re...ally happened. His eyes switched back to that same gray as before, and it was unnerving. He wasn’t blinking, he was just staring, his eyes growing darker still. My eyes burned, and when next I blinked, I was naked and on his bed.The feeling hit me like a freight train, the jump between being out in the cold corridor, and in his bedroom jarring. I. "They feel even better than they look," he said, as he began tweaking my nipples, feeling them harden beneath his fingers. Looking into his eyes I told him that if he continued, he would need to touch me in other places, as his hands were turning me on so badly I could feel my pussy throbbing, longing to be touched. He started to kiss and suck my tits, nibbling on my erect nipples while his hands moved to rest on my thighs. I was no longer aware of, or cared, where we were. I wanted him and I. When it came it was warm and sticky. Semen covers and coats everything it touches. Some women find that annoying, I find it an excuse for a really stiff drink. By the time I finished that stiff drink, Marty, bless him, was breathing deeply.My body was screaming for release. I know with women it is supposed to be emotional, but now and then it is purely physical. That was one of those times. I needed a cock and didn't really care whose it was. It was probably a good thing that everything was. Worse that I could have imagined, as my body fell towards the ground, stopped only when my shoulders were fully extended, and pain shot through my whole body.It wasn’t just the shoulders that hurt. My chest felt like it was on dire, and I could hardly breathe. I was no longer certain I could handle this, but there was absolutely nothing I could do now. I was stuck there until Jack came to rescue me.Even had I told him six in the morning, I think I would have stretched myself more than ever.