He was dressed in saggy pants. He looked at me. I checked him out. He had a lip piercing. I think it was a Labret peircing. He looked like a tough thu... or gangster. He said "baby, you look hot". I thanked him and he put his on my waist and asked what size bra did I wear. I thought that was a very strange thing to ask and I told him 36C. He started asking lots of questions.He asked if I was interested in black men. I told him I never thought about it. He put his hands on my butt and pulled me. “Hello,” was his reply with a quick kiss. He wanted to go to the kitchen and I went and sat on the long couch in the living room. He asked if I wanted some coffee and I replied no thank you, I’m fine for now. So we chatted for awhile. Then he said he was glad I texted him, because he was thinking of me and wondered how I was doing. By then I couldn’t take it any more and said, “I texted you 'cause I wanted sex.” My God was he excited, he nearly jumped on me. So I jumped up and went to his room.. Even soft this thing really was strong enough to threaten my furniture. My mouth was dry as I unrolled the measure along it. 3 inches. ‘I’ve barely started…’ 5inches ‘Jesus christ…’ 8 inches ‘OH MY GOD! Surely it can’t grow much, right stud?’ I asked, jaw hanging at the 9 inches of soft meat running almost off the edge of my table from where where his tremendous testes splayed to either side. ‘Well you’d have to get it hard to see, now wouldn’t you?’ He smirked. Oh who was I kidding? This. She was a woman in her forties and very quietly spoken. She invited me to sit down and tell her what was troubling me. I began to describe the symptoms I had."So this distresses you." Yes." Has the anaesthetic cream helped at all?"I felt my cheeks burning. It only helped if I used a lot of it and applied it on the hour; the slightest throb set it off again, aching for stimulation."No." I stated, "Not at all.?As soon as the cram wears off it starts to ache unbearably. And there is nothing.