‘What’s wrong Justine? Do I need to come over there?’ She asked nervously. ‘No Mama, I’ll be alright. It’s just that … um, Mama, someone...proposed to me tonight.’ I mumbled hoping she did not catch what I had said. ‘Proposed! What? Like marriage? Who Justine? You never said you were even dating! And why are you sitting there crying? Is he there with you now?’ ‘Um, yes Mama, like marriage. I’m not dating, he’s someone I have known for a while, years. He is here now, but in the other room.’. Come to think of it, you received many gifts that day, simply because your friends cared about you. A pair of boxing gloves from Arachne, a Russian cookbook from Pilaf, and an encyclopedia from Maxine.As you toss the straw-based, short blankets aside (you are well-off now, but not quite "rich", so can only spend so much), you stretch and do your morning exercises. Gotta keep your body fit, after all, or who would want you as an escort? Today's the day you reunite with your friends. But. ‘Marlene?’ I questioned in another painful moan. ‘She’s right here, Mr. Dalton.’ ‘Marlene?’ I repeated. ‘I’m right here, Sweetheart,’ Marlene stated, trying to keep her voice from shaking. ‘Tell them to stop,’ I gasped as another wave of pain shot through my head. ‘No, Michael, they’re taking care of you, you are going to be alright.’ ‘No Marlene, tell them to stop, I’m already gone.’ ‘You’re going to feel a big pinch, Mr. Dalton,’ the female voice warned, ‘We’re going to start some fluids. He told me to suck it, which I did. While I sucked he started to walk back again out of the bathroom and to a mini bar stool where he sat down. He told me to get down on my knees and grab the stool legs and deep throat him. I tried my best but needed his help with the last push (now I can swallow a big dildo with ease). He did this over and over and I loved the sensation of my throat filling with dick. After a while he pulled me up by my hair firmly and took me over to the bed near the windows..