An intenseness like he had never known before took command of him and he began to weep. What he felt wasn’t sadness or anger. It was hard for him to...exactly describe what he was feeling. It was like a large warm blanket that encased his waist. He felt her hand reach under and a finger began to probe him. She pulled it back. “Open,” she commanded. Stuart opened his mouth and she thrust her finger down his throat. He started to gag. “Suck. Make it wet.” He sucked on her finger rolling his tongue. The touch of her hand and the stethoscope on my back did nothing to ease my boner. I could feel my heart racing. She opened the front of my robe at my chest and slipped the stethoscope inside. Her hand and the cold metal grazed my nipples and my cock jumped. "Deep breaths," she continued. The breaths came - slightly ragged. She paused, centered the stethoscope on my heart and listened questioningly. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "A little," I lied. She smiled and asked me to lay back on the. He’d end up taking her more than just sexually and he couldn’t do that to her. Once she was in on his secret and his life she’d never be able to get out, she’d have to join him, and he wouldn’t wish that on her, she was too innocent, too pure to taint like that. James knew Lola didn’t like him in that way, knew that she was probably disgusted this morning remembering last night, but that wasn’t the case last night. He could feel Lola’s arousal, he could smell her crouched in the dark heat,. "Haha, but have you always been afraid of cameras?" MR said to me. "Yeah, pretty much," I said. "Oh, well I guess that's okay," MR said. "So I've been meaning to ask you something....," I said. "Am I going to like this question?" MR said with that oh-so-seductive voice that he always seemed to have. "Well...," And just like that, I froze. The thought that I was actually going to tell him the thing that I had wanted to tell him most, since the day I met him, it was almost overwhelming. So.