The frog in his throat had inhaled an entire tank of helium.That was his voice now. The price of accepting whatever help had beenoffered. Not only hig... but so...perky. So...stupid. He tried to summonthat weird presence again, to push against whatever was doing this tohim. But either the chance was gone, or he was just too mentallyexhausted.All he'd wanted was to get dressed.'You shouldn't swear.' The voice from nowhere, again. The very perky,saccharine, familiar voice from nowhere.'Who are. There was little he could do because his eyes were closed and I knew he was too lost in the moment. “I’m sorry,” I said.“Please,” he replied.I tapped at his balls again eliciting another grunt of pain before I took hold of them and pulled at them gently to loosen them. With my other hand I slid along the shaft to the head where I squeezed. Once his balls loosened I played with them some more as I leaned in to kiss him. He pressed his body into mine, his dick up at a painful angle he grabbed at. She then smiled at me with the sweetest disengaging smile. I barely smiled back and then turned away feeling all nervous. I jogged for another 5 minutes or so, pretending to be cooling down and then left to the mens locker room while berating myself in my head for not being able to look back at her. The locker room is empty, which is another reason I go late, so I decide to take a quick shower. I take off my sweaty t-shirt, shorts and boxers and put them in my bag. Grabbing a towel I head to. You have heard a lot about this house and I am excited to show you and touch you in every room. My key unlocks the door with ease, as if the very house itself is in on this adventure.We enter the back room, and you see I wasn’t lying about being an artist. My nude figure drawings cover the walls, tables stacked high with all sorts of art supplies and my baskets of yarn. You come up behind me and kiss the back of my neck. I only left him three months ago and you and I were both unsure if I would.