She covered my eyes with a pillow and told me that she wanted to do this without me looking. I asked “What are you going to do?” She said “Oh I ...unno, how does this feel?” and kissed my dick through my pants. I replied with a very enthusiastic “oh my god amazing!” She said this is her first time giving a blowjob, and she said she won’t be that good at it. I said “No matter how good you think you are, it’s going to feel great!” She then slowly slid her hand down my pants and pulled my rock. What was frightening was the horrible humiliation of being sealed, of being shut down without being asked for my opinion. It was her desire, I was her toy, her doll, her miserable fucksow. Stitch after stitch I felt like the needle went in and out of one side of one of my lips, ran the thread to the other lip to go back in and then out, stitch after stitch like a seamstress, until the fat woman finished. I was totally stitched up as if a professional doctor had done it or a spider had spun its. I knew I had to go to our clinic the next day and get tested. I asked my supervisor for a couple of hours off to go to the clinic. ‘Is everything all right, Shawn? Are you feeling ok?’ he asked. ‘Yes, sir, it’s just something I need checked out. No problem, I’m fine. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.’ No problem could be big problem, I definitely needed to get tested. What if I could have kids? What if I couldn’t? Damn, I thought as I headed to the clinic. My mind was pretty much a muddled. ’ ‘And you’re sure of this?’ ‘Positive,’ she says assuredly. ‘I tried to follow him the first few times but each time he made sure to lose me. After that I gave up and began timing his sessions.’ ‘A meeting with someone from the Black List then?’ Spencer guesses. ‘Or the Consortium.’ He frowns at her. ‘Or both.’ ‘So what will we do until then?’ Angela puts the tip of her finger in her mouth and bites lightly on her finger nail. ‘I have an idea.’ Angela presses him back against the sofa and.