To further my humiliation, I looked down at my fat naked body, as my big belly and man boobs jiggled in time with my jerking arm, and asked Rachel if ...he thought I was a fat, disgusting loser. She caught on, and agreed with me, and went on a rant about how sick I was and how tiny my penis was and that I must be a faggot because I loved having things put up my fat bum! She laughed as she said she couldn't wait to tell all her friends about me and what a loser I was. Rachel explained that as soon. Turning away from Martha and dropping to his knees beside his chair, David said, “Jennifer, I know you are attached to Martha more than as a lodger, and I understand that is important to you. But this cannot go on. You have to choose between us. Will you marry me, please?“A pin dropping would have resounded round the hall like thunder, so quiet everyone had gone as he posed this question. Most were holding their breaths.“No,” screamed Martha.“I didn’t ask you, and I don’t want to marry you,” he. I had no choice but to lay there, trying to find a position inwhich the rubber invader in my throat would allow me to breath and notmake me gag, and failing at that miserably.After some time we got off the highway and were driving in the city. Iwas looking at the tops of the buildings and suddenly realized where wewere - it was the city's gay neighborhood! We were going for walks heresometimes, you she always teased me about having some real man fuck her"sissy whore," but I always took her. Eckert had been watching her sleep. He untied her hands and helped her sit up a little. She drank half a bottle of Gatorade, and lay back. "Did you tell me you love me?" He nodded. "Good, I'd hate to belong to someone who didn't." Belong?" She'd confused him. He didn't seem to understand, or he might not want to understand. A wolf would keep someone as a possession and he didn't want to be one.Marla ignored the question. "I love you too, you're the best thing ever happened to me. Can you do it.