He then repositioned his cock and entered me again. With a couple more pulses of his cock, he gave me more juice. He stayed hard so long after he came... I thought he was going to give me another load.He relaxed and stayed in me for a bit. He let go of my hips and just stood straight up, locked in my ass as I tried to hold him there as long as I was able to. I could feel him getting just a little smaller and finally he plopped out and backed up a step. I stayed on my knees for a minute or two,. " I think you need some professional help, honey," Erica said. "I am really beginning to worry about you." I am beginning to worry about us," I said. "Not once since this started have you taken my side." That's nonsense. Of course I am on your side. I just want you to get help." "I don't need help."That was the end of the conversation for that night. Erica went off to bed and I retired to the family room with a large glass of scotch.The next morning found me in Mike's office, not by. I gasped at the slight sting of the blade, but once I saw the blood run down my arm, I felt my heart slow down, slower and slower until it was back to its normal pace. After putting my knife away, I took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I went back inside and found the bathroom and cleaned up my wound. It was bleeding more than it should have, but I assumed it was because I hadn’t cut it a while. I wadded up some toilet paper and stuck it in my sleeve. Taking another deep breath, I. OK. Sounds ominous but I’m not always the most cautious of people. “OK. Deal.” I said. “If you don’t hurt me I won’t hurt you.” Then I laid that 9mil up on the dash for them to see. “Deal.” the taller one said. While he opened the truck door the shorter one reached into their car and pulled out a couple of cold beers. “A little room please.” I said and the one that had opened the door took a step back. I swung around so that I was facing them.We talked for awhile and were on our second beers..