”“So, I could take a tablet but die happy,” I tried a pathetic joke.Dr Vernon did not laugh, and neither did Linda as she hugged me and tearfull...y said, “I’ll take you just as you are.” And she did just that. Her hugs, kisses, and caresses, eased a little of my dismay and guilt about being impotent. Oh, not totally at first, when Linda could get me up to semi-erect, while my fingers and tongue brought her some orgasmic joy.As much as that action pleased me, there was always the sense that I was. It all happened so fast that I didn't have enough time to process the situation. She opened her legs, stood over me, and lowered herself, right on my cock. She spread her labia with her fingers and allowed my painfully hard cock to enter. It felt like bliss.Inch by inch she lowered herself. With every inch, our pleasure grew, and the boundaries between us were being pushed even further. We were crossing a line that no one could ever know about it. She lowered herself until my hard cock was. “I didn’t ask you if you could handle it,” he jokingly commanded. “You don’t get to tell me how to cum. Who do you think you are?” He buried his hips in between her legs, pushing his dick passed her cervix. “The master of this pussy,” he declared. She opened her mouth to refute, but he began vigorously throbbing and softly thrusting into her tightly gripping pussy. “Say it. Say I’m its master.” She arched underneath him to position his soft thrusts at a better angle. She laid her head back and. "Wow," you said."Ahem, wow!" echoed Chris, fondling his erect cock.You looked down at my hard member, cooing, "Now I know it is for me."“Yes, Nasil,” I said. “It has been for you for a while now.”I looked at Chris and saw that he liked my statement and our little bit of banter."I have an idea," said Chris.He came over and whispered to me as we quickly washed off the soap before the water ran dry. No time for you to soap us up in turn, which I would have liked, but Chris, being the master of.