She left a note saying she had gone shopping and that we were going out somewhere special tonight. I didn't know what she had on her mind, but figured... maybe she wanted to go dancing or to a show. As I was walking past the computer, I decided to check our e-mail and quickly found out what the plans were for the evening. The black man that Joyce had been corresponding with had sent me a message confirming their plans to meet tonight. He told me that he had corresponded directly with Joyce and she. She held a cube to my mouth. I took the ice without a word. I knew then that I was really sick. Even if she was married, I would have sucked her fingers any other time, just for the shock value of it. Okay maybe not really done it, but I would have at least tried. That day, all I wanted was the water. I knew then that the no liquid or solids meant my gut was damaged. I'm no doctor, but it was strikingly similar to the surgery to remove the chunk of steel from an Afghan IED.I remembered that. And I mean anything. See you tomorrow."Tim headed for the locker room. It only took a few moments to pack my stuff in my bag, and then Bob and I headed for his car."Nervous?" he asked."Bob? You're one of the top psyche people in the state, or so I've been led to believe. I would think you could come up with a better question, or at least something a little less rhetorical."We both laughed at that. "Okay, you got me. I guess I'm just as nervous as you are. This could potentially be a disaster of. He opens his mouth right over my breast as far as he can and sucks me into his mouth. He holds me inside his mouth then releases me slowly scraping his teeth gently over my nipple as it comes out from his lips. He does this again and again.I close my eyes. He flicks me on the forehead, so I open my eyes. He tells me if I want to close my eyes thats his choice. He reaches to his bag again and pulls out a black blindfold and fits it over my eyes. He goes back to sucking in as much of my breast as.