“Okay, Faith,” he said. “Name me one thing that Roger has that he doesn’t regard as a possession.” I thought for a few moments. “His rela...ionship with Charles?” I suggested. Tom looked at me and smiled. “Yes, you have me there, Faith. I really can’t argue with that.” “Oh, and my wedding dress.” “Yes, it was kind of him to leave you with at least one major choice on your wedding day. A very good choice, too, if I may say so.” For one moment I felt more than a little flattered. “And did. Just as I started stroking harder, and he got truly hard, he woke up. He hooked his fingers around the waist band and pulled them down off of his feet. I sat next to him, his full cock exposed now. He had his eyes closed and was moving his hips in time with my strokes. I beat him off faster and faster, watching his face as he was in true bliss. It was only five or ten minutes later, when he started talking. He said “Yeah that’s it beat my cock. Make me cum. Make your Uncle George cum.” I was so. Truth was, I was starting to understand the evils of women not being faithful and it scared me to death from having a real relationship. Add the fact that I hadn't lifted a finger in pursuing any woman. I was prepared to just fuck around. I told her we should just grab a drink after class the following day and talk. We went to the pub and she confessed her dilemma. She had feelings for me but didn't know what to do about her boyfriend back home. I made sure to keep the conversation focused on. . and calls me pervert..." Yeah, I know... like I said, I don't really agree with her methods. But look at the results. You're walking tall, you've got confidence in your step, you're talking to me for, like, the first time ever and you are looking me in the eye. You never, ever did that before." I know. I feel really good about myself. But I want this humiliation shit to stop. I've been afraid to stop it, though, because... because...well..." Go ahead, say what you need to say, David." Alright.