I followed her still butt naked.My schlong waggling as I ran toward her room. "Christi. Christi. Open up this door right now." I ordered. "NO!!" she s...id. Christi!! Open up this door or I'll break it down!!" She unlocked the door, swinging it releasing her hand as she jumped back on the bed, face in pillow crying. "Christi. Look at me." "No dad. Please leave." "I want to talk about this." There's nothing to talk about. Please leave."Though I tried, she never wanted to talk about that night It. ”She, again and again, asked me that she was not giving any green signal and will only go if she will be treated just as a friend. I agreed and took her to my home.On reaching home, I asked her if she would like beers. Here in Melbourne, beer is preferred over whiskey. She agreed and we started talking.We shared our past experiences and how we both read ISS stories. We were sitting in the bedroom on the bed. After 2 beers each, I was feeling the buzz. I knew that she would be feeling the same. Reece has asked if we should stop again, since I'm clearly in such pain, and he knows his thick pussyrammer is doing damage. But like they've told me, I can't say no to a man in need. Of course fucking him is out of the question - they convinced him I was strictly a bottom - and in any case there is a wax stick permanently jammed down my pisshole. The soft wax gives Reece the impression I'm leaking when he beats my stalk hard during sex - in fact it's just the friction melting the stalk. Awesome."Your turn Steve"She knelt down so her head was level with my aching cock...she took it in her hand, pulled my foreskin back and I let go like I never had before. The relief was incredible and was almost orgasmic as I had drunk so much water."Let it go Steve, let it go..I love it...look at it"She put her hand in the path of the jet and piss sprayed everywhere, it was covering her as it splashed, she loved it and she was licking her hand and fingers as I continued to piss..I finally.