My doctor knew a side affect of the BP medications were ED issues, and each year during my annual physical, he would discuss it and asked if I wanted ...o try Viagra. The ED issues continued to worsen. Sometimes I could get hard and have satisfactory intercourse, but most often, I would go soft and not be able to perform. My religious wife did not say anything, but I could sense her disappointment, as she did very much enjoy intercourse, and was always multi-orgasmic. Then I had a brilliant. I must be unrestrained whenever anyone else could see, even a junior maidservant.”“I will try, Anthony.”“You must do more than try. You must let me be my own man, loved by you and the others, as I love you all, but not, never, controlled by you.”“Even if we do it with love, because we love you?”“Even then. You can love me, but not imprison me as you have been doing. If you do, you risk losing everything, not just for you, but for all the women and c***dren.”How can I explain it to Sumitra, my. Giving this k** jimmy a hard time...shoving him around teasing taunting...knocked his books to the ground..I wanted to step in and say something...but they were bigger than both of us...asshole jock types...loved picking on any of us that were smaller...showing off...always like three or four of them picking on one lonne k** that couldnt possibly defend himself,....I hated those assholes...but...I guess they either got bored or decided he wasnt worth the effort..cuz they just walkked off. He roughly fucked me, just how I like it, until I came wildly, my hips bucking and my chest heaving. I turned off the vibration and the light, and drifted off to sex fueled dreams about Officer Peter and his weapons. I was unpacking my boxes of clothes to put in my dresser (thankfully assembled) when the doorbell rang. In the quiet of the house, I jumped. I got up slowly and made my way through boxes and piles of clothes. I was surprised to see Officer Peter on my front porch, with cups of.