”“What made you quit writing? Did you just run out of ideas?”“You’ll think it’s silly. Heck, even I know it’s silly,” I started to con...ide.“Tell me.”I took a deep breath and said, “If someone gives my story a low score, especially if I think it is some of my better work, I get my feelings hurt and lose my motivation for writing. On the other hand, when I get emails from readers telling me how wet I made them, or how hard I made them, and that they climaxed while reading my stories…well, I can’t. I tilted my head back and enjoyed her warm hands stroking my dick. “Oh Alice, you’re so good at it” I saidShe smiled, clearly excited to hear me compliment her. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of it. Occasionally opening them and enjoying the sight of her tiny waist and delightful pink nipples. I loved seeing my dick in her hands. Her small hands made me look even bigger. I had my eyes closed with my head tilted back when Alice asked me:“Does it hurt at all” She had done a great job. She was almost there when suddenly she felt a very warm sensation as the man spurted within her.“Nooooo,” she moaned softly as he pulled out. But then he was back. Or was this another man? He felt different. For one thing, his hips didn’t push her legs as far apart. For another, his prick slid in much more easily. He was thinner. Then she felt something strike her cervix. He was thinner, but longer... a lot longer. As the tip of his prick struck the top of her canal, his balls swung to lightly. "I'm still alive," Yes, you are. But that's not a problem. After I saw how you managed to cheat death over and over again, I decided that a more practical approach was needed. A more professional way of handling things, if you will," Jacob said."That would be?" I said."Going the business route. Simply put, you will sign a contract relinquishing all your assets to me or I will ruin you financially, socially and personally. There are things far worse than death in this world you know," Jacob said.