I don’t think it would fit!’‘My cock is meant to fit, ‘ Paul said proudly, not bothering to mention that almost every cock was meant to fit. �...�Your body is built to receive it.’‘Maybe ... but why would I want your cock inside me? ... if it would fit.’‘Pleasure. It can make you feel really good, I promise. It’ll feel like you’ve died and broken into a million pieces--but in a very, very good way. And intimacy too--love, wanting to be as close as possible.’Paul’s hand began to slide down his. I had been in a lotof pain, but I had remembered Sam had been really depressed. I asked, "Iremember that day, you were pretty upset about something... I thought itwas having to wheel me around... What did I do?"Sam sniffled slightly. "Jordie... I was upset... Yes, I was upset aboutseeing you like that, but I was hating myself for not having the courageto come out to anyone but my parents... Then I spent that day withyou... We all knew that you were going to die, and soon... That lastyear you. She was not all that familiar with actual male shafts of control using her beautiful body because of a defining experience that caused her distaste for submissive behavior. She knew that her joy in contact of physical release would always be as the person in charge and in almost every situation she preferred a submissive female partner squirming and squealing between her legs. She had performed her feminine role with males strictly for financial gain, but had not derived much satisfaction. Meanwhile Mel was satisfied with her work and was now using the washcloth to help rinse off the body wash.“Okay, ready for the second rinse,” I warned. Mel held her head back and I repeated the procedure with the shower-head. “There, all done,” I said, replacing the shower-head. How about you?”“I’ve just got to rinse off my back,” said Mel, turning to face me so that her back got most of the water.“Need any help?”Mel handed me the washcloth. I moved to the side and gently brushed the remnants.