Say hi!You: want to watch?Stranger: okayYou: okStranger: Doesn't it hurt?You: yesStranger: do you like it?Stranger: Do you like being in pain?You: yes...You: do u like?Stranger: Okay then hit yourself harderStranger: I like to order around people like youYou: im your slaveStranger: then act like itStranger: that's itStranger: goodStranger: It's what you deserveStranger: is that cum what I see?You: spitStranger: thanks godStranger: I don't remember telling you to cumStranger: so keep it that. She became apprehensive again. I felt it strongly. She was wondering whether I had told him of her accusations. How could she face up to him, if I had? Those thoughts I ignored deliberately and asked her instead if I could visit with her again. No mention was made of Helmut's impending visit.She nodded feebly. "I am so tired. Please go now."The doctor displayed a sickly zeal about my visit, licked his bloodless lips, rubbed his hands eagerly, spittle gathering in the corners of his mouth. He. . . Fuck, I am talking to a picture!” He went in the bathroom, took a shower and went happy in the bed. He was in his bed thinking about what happened. He was like a teenager after his first masturbation session. The pleasure was . . . He couldn’t explain it. And the model, her big and round . . . He still couldn’t call them the right name. And, what a surprise, his cock got hard again! He didn’t hesitate for long now. “Why not!” He got up of the bed, back on the sofa, half naked, with few pics. "Will looked reluctant, but he said: "Sure. Jeffrey, can you help meget dressed?"We went upstairs, Will leaning on my arm again. "Okay," he said."Can you open the window and see how cold it is out there?"I did, just for a moment. It had warmed up since I walked over therea few hours earlier, but I didn't think he'd want to go out there inshorts or even a skirt. I'd never worn a skirt, but I thought theylooked drafty."I thought so," he said. "Help me with this." He was pulling two pairsof.