He would sit down and clearly explain to Janet what was going on with him and what it was like to suffer from this illness. Sam called Janet when he r...eturned home. ‘What do you want, Sam?’ ‘Hello Janet. We need to talk.’ ‘We can talk over the phone.’ ‘I would rather see you face to face.’ ‘Have you moved off the couch yet?’ ‘Yes. I saw Dr. Smart.’ ‘Good. At least you’re doing something. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.’ Janet hung up abruptly. She didn’t understand what had gotten into Sam.. “Relax and take it like a good little whore,” he ordered. “Yes, sir” I dutifully replied. Regardless I tensed a bit as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper into my ass. We had played with this tool before (what can I say, we both have very active sexual imaginations), and despite the small indentation at one end, again not unlike a butt plug, I always have this small irrational-or not-fear that the handle will somehow become lodged in my ass, and a trip to the ER will be required. Talk. I noticed his breathing got heavier and louder, then he slowly moved his hand to my thigh and i felt his fingers brush up my thigh to my crotch and he started squeezing it over my sweatpants, then a couple of minutes later he slid his hand inside my pants and with his index finger he started feeling around my slit untill he completely cupped my vagine with his palm. Then he started rubbing me slowly, at this point i was already way past wet. "You're so wet." He whispered in my ear as I closed. I could feel his cock twitching all the way down my throat and I heard an oh fuck yes baby suck that fucking cock from above me. I was dripping at this point from feeling his cock deep down my throat and I knew I had to fuck him. I sucked him as deep as possible for a few more strokes hoping to hear a need for a fucking and I got my wish, Baby I need to fuck you right now. He pulled me up and ripped my pants down to reveal my very wet and very pink pussy. Two of his fingers found their way.