And the most frustrating thing was that it was true that I only got an occasional date whereas she usually had a boyfriend, and when she didn’t, she... was still being asked out on dates all the time. When any of her boyfriends came to the office, she was sure to mention my “problem”, and the jerks sat there smirking or even added comments of their own.Well, after she had been going out for a while with her present boyfriend, she invited me over to her apartment for dinner and to meet him. Of. Or getting knocked up."You told her, didn't you?" I looked up, confused. "About the kiss?" She seemed careful to say 'the' instead of your or my.I nodded. "I don't like to hide things from her."Robbie nodded, a strand of hair falling across her right eye. "She's got you trained."That made me angry. I wasn't whipped, I was in love. There's a difference, isn't there? "I'm not trained. I'm..." Hell, what was I?Robbie smiled. "You're considerate. Relax, I was just pulling your chain." Uh huh." I. A few painful seconds of being a human faucet, and then relief. I kick on the water to wash away the sick, and shovel some of the water from the flow into my mouth to rinse out any remnant of foul flavor.I wash my hands, wring them off on my clothes. I open the cabinet above the sink, to retrieve some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and Bactine spray. I walk to Laura's room and see her eye and lip still bleeding. I grab a couple of cotton balls and cover the head of the bottle, before tossing it. "thank you." I stood there fo a moment & then walked back over to where I was before. Inside your mind you wish I had stayed, you wanted my bulge in your face. You wanted my big hard cock in your mouth. Moments went bye. Then you decided to devise a plan to get me back over to where you were. "All I have to do is struggle a bit & my prince charming will be here, along with his spandex cladded cock..." So you struggled & struggled & low & behold there I was. "I'm sorry..." You chuckled. .