I just wanted toknow what it was like to fuck a scrub. All of my boyfriends have beenvery successful financially - I saw to it that they were - so I ...ook theopportunity to sample some of the other items from the manhood buffet.My hands clutch my rounded belly in anger. He may be the father of thisbaby, but I'll never admit it to him.In a flash I was back to my normal, male self in front of the class witha broken Bunsen burner at my feet. What in the hell just happened?Dazed, I stumble back. My next question was “Do you finger yourself?”. She looked at me and asked me if it was a question or a command for her to follow. She looked up and said in a low “your wish is my command master”.Now I certainly knew where this game was headed. I could feel a bulge in my shorts. I had worn a tight one that day unfortunately and it hurt like hell I just wish I could pull out my cock and stroke it a few times to relieve the built up pressure. But I knew it was inappropriate so told her that it. By nightfall, I was back at the small home of the Marshalls, told the woman that others shared her opinion of her husband, and asked how she had come to wed him."My husband died very suddenly and impecuniously. We had nothing except a few acres of scrubby ground, my daughter, she was ten. That was five years ago. He performed the funeral services, ate at my table and begged my hand before the lamps were lit." Hardly proper," I said, raising an eyebrow.She smiled. "That's what I told him, but he. Nothing. 15 minutes. Nothing.About 30 minutes of waiting, I went up to her bathroom door and knocked. All I heard were groans. Again."Violet, what's wrong?" She opened the door her face all sweaty. "Luke...it's not working. I've been sitting on the toilet for half hour trying to relief myself. Nothing worked. I even tried pushing it out...really hard! For the last ten minutes. Now the pain is starting to come back again. I just can't FUCKING take a SHIT!!!" I was surprised by her sudden burst.