As soon as I had shot an enormous load of cum I felt the usual pangs of guilt but I knew that I had no choice but to do exactly as Steve instructed. W...ith those incriminating films and photographs of me he could totally ruin my life if I did not meet him the next night.I made sure I arrived at Steve's house in plenty of time, but I waited in my car until exactly 7:30, when I nervously got out and slowly walked up the steps to his front door. Once again, he answered the door wearing nothing but. He called out in pain. “Oh God, George! That hurts” I let up a bit, then squeezed harder. He moaned. My hands being soapy, I was able to roll his balls around a little in my hand. He moaned louder, but not entirely in pain I thought. “Tell me I’m a bigger stud than you.” “No way” I squeezed harder. “Oh fuck, man, that hurts me,” he cried. “Tell me I’m your stud!” “No” I then stuck my other finger, which was soapy, into his asshole an inch or so. He squealed a bit, so I thrust it all the way. ” He kissed her, getting her forehead when they were like this. Her arms circled his chest and her legs rose to hug his hips -- all clasping him in imitation of how she was clasping him inside. He stayed appreciating this welcome for one more second until he had to move.“Love,” she said, and he could believe it was her love as well as his.Slowly, he stroked out; slowly he stroked in. He felt her smoothness glide around his head, her slightly-tighter opening stroke along his shaft. And it was. .. this may sound indelicate or crass, but has anyone tried the area hospitals? She could have had an accident, perhaps an automobile accident since her car isn’t here,” I suggested. Both of them looked at me like I was stupid.“All of those things and others have been checked,” I was told.“I can’t think of anything else,” I told them before they departed to talk to others on this floor, many of whom had heard our discussion, and I had to wonder who she was to have had this meeting with. Nothing.