“Hello.”“Hi, it’s me…Laura. Uhh, I was wondering if we could get together and talk.”“Yeah sure, when?”“How about tomorrow night, my...place around eight?”“Okay, is everything alright?”“Yes, I’m fine. We’ll talk about it when you come. See you later.”“Okay bye,” I said and hung up the phone. I was a little confused about what she could want to talk about. Maybe she wanted me. No, or maybe she was filled with so much guilt about sleeping with me she was going to tell her fiancé. I was half. ..."Dont do this to me!! I am not gay"...begging Ryan to stop. I felt so bad for Scott, it wasnt his fault...and yet...this was interesting that it ended up that Ryan really thought that Scott had ****d ME!! (not that I ****d Scott!!) So, I let the game continue. I kept playing asleep and Ryan kept teasing Scott about "fucking" me all night. Ryan finally went in to shower and Scott sat on the edge of the bed. I acted like I was just waking up. He looked at me "dont hate me! please. Anyway when I had enough breath to answer I told her that I had no idea what fisting was unless it was a way of fighting."Well Irene, my love... I'm going to show you or really, you'll show me. I want you to fist me." But how?" At that moment I was more interested in sleeping than any other activity."You're going to put your hand... all of it... up inside my pussy," and she grabbed my hand that was lying limply by my side. (All of me was limp after what she'd done to me.) She ran her hot tongue. End of story. No other expectations, Okay?"In the end, I hopped into Harold's big SUV, and off we drove to where his apartment was. It was nice apartment. Expensive looking. Second from the top floor, too, with a nice view of the city below. The guy obviously had a lot of money!He didn't rush me. We first sat in his large and lavish living area and talked; but after a while, he got around to the true reason we were setting there!"So? How about that jack-off request? You want to do that for an.