I will never go behind your back again.”“Good,” he said. “If this is what you want, then this is what you’ll get.” I hugged him tightly, t...hanking him for his generosity. “But, there is something we need to talk about. And remember, honest answers only.” I nodded, waiting for his question. “What if you were to get knocked up. How would you know who the father is? Are you taking birth control or have the guys been using protection?”I was not on birth control. The guys always pulled out and none. His name was actually Marshall. As soon as they entered her apartment, she ran her hands up his big chest, circled her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He was a great kisser and his big hands roamed down her back until he cupped her buttocks and pulled her against his body.She worked a hand in between their bodies and grabbed his penis through his pants. His hard and very large penis. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Using both hands in the. My eyes focused, and I discovered I was in a strange room, a hospital room, I decided after taking in what I saw around me.That's when I remembered Paul Gomez and the knife.I tried to smile, but couldn't. Why smile? Because I was alive! After Gomez stabbed me, I was determined not to die, a determination so intense that I'd expelled the pain, casting it into Gomez's body, and then tried to repair the damage to my abdomen the knife had caused.I'd succeeded.Argh! Maybe not. Maybe I did nothing,. I held my position, using my arms for control, and watched him rise slowly and effortless to me. I was again holding my breath, not believing what might happen if he continued like he was and I stayed exactly where I was. But, as he rose, it seemed inevitable and certain. He was aiming between my legs and I saw them part more as he got closer. I gasped and moaned around the apparatus when his beak poked me directly on my pussy. My head went back and I cried out, a muffled cry, but cry.