I knew the doctors couldn’t do much more than that so I decided not to even go to the emergency room.The pain was beginning to sting badly. I decid...d to lie down and crash. Although my hands were burning, I stripped down and went to bed. As I lay on my back I saw my dick growing. It needed attention. Although my hands were stinging I was able to start jacking off. I though of the nights I was with those women natives and how good they treated my dick. I could feel a strong climax. Do you understand? "Yes sir" I untie you and first thing you try is to run to the door I grab you and throw you back on the bed. You stupid slut. I force you to bend over the bed, and I smack your ass hard. You gonna keep trying to run? I spank you hard leaving red marks and welts. You say "I won't do it again. I say "good girl." I wipe your face off so you look more presentable. "Get on your back and spread your legs!" I said. I would line my big cock up with your slutty. Her thighs opened, her hand left the back of my head, and Keely panted, “I’m ready for that fuck, now, Mr. Foxxx.”“Under the circumstances, I don’t think we need to be so formal, do you?”“Can I call you Daddy?” she said, patting the bed next to her, indicating that I should lie down next to her.Following her lead, I lay down across the bed, my cock sticking up like a flagpole. “You can call me anything you want.”Bending over, her lips surrounded my enflamed cockhead. I moaned as I watched her. So, between my freshman and sophomore years, Dad helped me get into a nice two-bedroom apartment.From that point on, school, and my life, slowed down to a less frenetic pace. I carried a good full load of classes, and a total of five very busy years later at SFU, ending up with my Double BA’s in Theatre Performance and Theatre Design.My apartment was about a mile south of SFU and was about twenty miles north of our folk’s home in La Cienega. I now work for the University in the Performance Arts.