"Now I want you to sit up slightly, love. Just a little over halfway," Sir said.I lifted myself up quickly and dropped back down, giving out a whimper...of pain after I had sat up a bit."Do it slowly, love. Don't hurt yourself too much," Sir said, as if he'd forgotten to earlier.I very slowly pushed myself up with the palms of my hands. It felt much better slower and I even let out a slight moan as I was up at the angle Sir wanted me to be."Good girl, how does that feel?" It hurts, Sir, but I. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed it - after all, if I wanted women to do it, I had to know what it was like, right?And it was like nothing I'd ever imagined. After he zipped up, he grunted a "thanks, faggot" and slipped out of that stall. I left, still tasting his cum in my mouth, vowing that I'd done it and was done with it. Ha! Now I can laugh at my own naivete, but back then I was shocked and struggled with my thoughts and feelings when I found myself once again in that men's room,. Such situations include, but are not limited to, graphicsex, illicit sex, violent sex, incest, bestiality, snuff, rape, commercialmurder, erotic murder, terrorism, cannibalism, pedophilia, consumption of fecesand urine, unrestrained violence, recreational murder, illicit drug use, occultism,and desecration of religious and political symbols. Reading or viewing mediacontaining such strong language and/or depictions of such adult situationsis collectively referred to as pornographic material.. His hands were soft, though firm, as he kneaded my head. As soon as he moved my splinted right arm I yelped, causing him to jump and smiled down at me."I will assume that means that hurt," he said, taking the end of the stethoscope and breathing on it before placing it under my shirt. "Your arm is definitely broken and you have a concussion. You will be staying here for a day or so. I want to run more tests to make sure it is just a concussion. Your father is just outside. I will send him in in.