“Now that you are officially leashed,” I began, my heart thumping wildly in my throat and my cock leaking profusely in my pants, “you are aware ...that this ... is ours tonight, right?” On the word “this” my hand reached out and wrapped around the base of this thick cock, shaking it slightly as I finished the sentence. I could already feel the heat emanating from his freshly-engorged shaft, and marveled at the girth and weight.He nodded.I then moved my other hand to his scrotum and cupped his. She had remembered how caring and gentle he had always seemed to be both with her and with others. She had seen him as the instant replay of her own husband who would never hurt her, never make her do anything and who certainly would never attack her…. Tim was the best parts of both of those fantasies and she was nearly on fire with the need to give in to his every command!The velvet head of his swollen cock pressed against her lips and she yielded to its insistence. Her mouth opened and she. Yeah. Right kid. Like I have time to play your silly little kid games,” the person doing the exam said with an attitude problem. “You know what? My eyes hurt when I wake up in the middle of the day too. I suppose you need me to ask them to come swing in to make sure you stay stoned all day long, right?”Why is he a complete dick? What the heck could I have ever done to him?When he refused to even respond to me anymore, I tried to press the call button on my bed. He pushed my hand away. I pulled. In the end she told him to eff off in four languages at least and hung up on him. James,’ she added pensively, ‘this thing of yours, what Connie calls your ‘fluence’, it’s hell on relationships, isn’t it? Except yours, of course, James darling.’ ‘H’m,’ I said. I supposed I ought to feel guilty that another love affair had bitten the dust on my account but somehow I could not muster the energy. ‘Anyway,’ Fran went on, ‘Gabriella stayed in her room last night and Connie’s miffed because she was.