A big bag- only to find Dolores pointing a thirty-eight at me.It got worse.I know what yer thinking, how could that fucked up situation possibly get a...y worse?It went like this-"Yo, baby is he dead?"What the fuck?"I can't do it," said Dolores."For fuck’s sake, he's gotta go," said Jimmy Mason, walking into the room.He stood, shaking his head and before I could do anything, he walked across the room, took the gun from Dolores' hand and shot me two times in the chest.Lights out.Mason bent Dolores. It took time, butplaying with my "toy" became a regular thing with me while dressed andespecially while flirting with men online. I became frustrated becauseno matter how much I road my dildo, I always climaxed through my penisand not from my prostate. I had several chats online with tgirls thatactually experience the warmth of an orgasm through prostate agitation.They described it as "waves" of orgasms. Each one of these girls toldme that it was important to hold back the "natural" male need. I got home from work and heather was in the shower, I got undressed and hopped in the shower with her, she seemed more distant than normal did not want to be touched, it just felt really weird. I asked her if she still wanted to meet Frank that night, she answered very early with yes, I want to very much. We got to the bar, saw frank over at a table and went to sit down with him. After several drinks we ordered food, and heather got up and went to the bathroom. Frank looked at me and. I pulled her pants down a little and she sniffled and helped me remove her pants. I could see a small wet spot on the bathmat she was standing on; she had drips of pee still on her inner thighs. She was now in only a tight thermal top and white ankle socks. I said “try to puke again; if you pee again it won’t matter.”She leaned forward and pushed a finger down her throat. She began to gag and I rubbed her back. I could she the outline of huge breasts swinging in her top. I noticed more pee ran.