If I threw it up, I would have to swallow it down again—or otherwise drown. As much as drowning had its appeal, a small part of me liked what was ha...pening. I felt special, like my service to these women gave me purpose. It's as if I could finally be useful to women, and that gave me worth. Maybe if Lauren saw how good of a toilet I was, she would take me with her to college to serve as her toilet. Then, I could be with her again. Or, maybe I was going insane from the toxic shit inside of me.. The walls were COVERED with images of Christ, the crucifixion, all kinds of Catholic memorabilia. Creepy. There was a small woman, dressed in pants and a blouse, sitting in the shadowy light on the couch. Short dark hair. Pretty face. I stood several feet away towering over her as she stared at my presence. My exhibitionistic fantasies kicked in. I dropped my cargo shorts and stepped out of them. I am tall and athletic. I pulled down my black briefs and started masturbating. I was HUGE. Her. Then the man sat up. Wow , what a sight I thought. His cock seemed to be still huge , as I would have thought at the beginning . My husband's penis was not really small, but the African cock towered like a skysc****r in height .Then the woman sat on the Negro ( I must write so that at all ? I just do it , so please do not be angry because of it) and I was able to see exactly how his dark head disappeared between her delicate pink labia. Deeper and deeper his cock disappeared in her pussy .. Annie is who I really am, and Catherine has that job."I pick up her hand and turn it over. Looking at her fingertips, I ask, "Who was that incredible creature I was with last night? I already know Catherine. I'm going to get to know Annie, but that creature ... does she come out of a champagne bottle?" No, that's me too ... I guess." She smiles quickly at me and lookes away. I can see the red flush into her face. "That's mostly why I'm here ... I promised. Anything. Maybe the creature ... but.