Tochukwu and I were in his bed. I was naked, and as I pulled the sheet down I saw that he was as well. "I hope he threw away his condom," I thought to... myself. I looked again at his limp penis. It seemed clean, so he must have gotten cleaned up. I felt pretty clean, too. Maybe he cleaned me up a little bit. I must have really passed out.I looked again at his limp penis. My curiosity was up. I still had not gotten a good look at it. It was obviously different than what I was used to. It didn't. Walking up, he unbuttoned his jeans, as they sliddown, his semi hard cock popped out of his boxers as it hardened. Jefflicked his lips and crawled forward, taking the cock in his hand, helooked up at the stranger with lust in his eyes.The desire and addiction took over. Jeff licking the head before takingit deep in his throat. He bobbed and sucked, really getting into it. Ithad been too long he thought, the musky smell, the salty taste. He wantedto spend some time sucking and licking this. I considered Candy. At 23 she would be forever denied another orgasm. I knew perfectly well that if she had not been able to have anything other than a clitoral orgasm by now, it is most unlikely she will ever achieve a vaginal one. The cruelty of this mutilation was unbelievable. To top it all off, she was being denied any possibility of masturbating until then. And she accepted this. Then again, I accepted my own closure and branding; but the closure, at least, would be reversible, and would. Barrois made some steps towards his master."Ah, sir," said he, "tell me what is the matter with me. I am suffering--I cannot see. A thousand fiery darts are piercing my brain. Ah, don't touch me, pray don't." By this time his haggard eyes had the appearance of being ready to start from their sockets; his head fell back, and the lower extremities of the body began to stiffen. Valentine uttered a cry of horror; Morrel took her in his arms, as if to defend her from some unknown danger. "M..