I can keep this a secret.”“Okay. Thank you,” said Steve.As he began to close the door slowly, the man said, “Hey, but could I trouble you for ... drink of water? The sun’s getting kind of warm now and I don’t have any with me.”Steve paused, holding the door open about six inches. “Well, I guess so,” answered Steve. Remembering the man’s comment about the warming sun, Steve opened the door further to let the man in. Steve closed the door and stood still, feeling awkward. “I’ll get you some ice. HERE IT COMES!" he groaned loudly as I felt his cock twitch and then the first blast shot forth. Oh man, it was a good thing he had a firm grip on my head; that first powerful blast was so thick and massive, I think it would have blown my head right off his cock. My mouth seemed to fill instantly with his thick heavy semen. As it rolled over my tongue and filled my cheeks, it felt incredibly dense and I realized it must have been absolutely loaded with his bottled-up sperm."OH FUCK..." He. Somehow one headlight of the car was still burning. It provided just enough light for me to see myself. I was covered in blood. Several cuts and lacerations were dripping red down my body. One deep gash on my left tit was bleeding especially bad. Aside from the light from the car it was pitch black. I considered waiting for the farmer. He (or she) would be able to see the light on the car and they would be here in several minutes. I wondered why they weren't driving out here, then realized they. He’s a guy, and suddenly his best friend was a very accessible female. Leslie definitely made my life easier, being a pillar of support and helping me learn to live a new life.I smile when I think about Skylar. We met him at the mall, and even back then, there was some exhibitionism already waiting somewhere inside me. I was attracted to him right away, which I suppose is why I watched him masturbate in the parking lot.The last important figure in my new life has to be my former manager, Mike..