I woke up this morning feeling like spiders were crawling over my body. There were no spiders, it was only Gunner. He'd slept over with me last night ...ince he didn't have to worry about Jill coming home. He was slowly trying to squeeze his fingers into my pussy. The problem was that I wasn't in the mood and what he was doing hurt. He didn't care."It might get wet if you were to lick it a little bit," I said."No chance, babe," he smirked. "I'll eat you out as soon as you start sucking my dick.. I was running late so you missed your last dosage."She rolls the cart over to my I.V. and I watch her as she picks up asyringe and a large vile of a clear liquid. She takes the syringe pokesthe needle in the bottle and pulls the liquid in as she pulls out theplunger. After tapping it and squirting out a little liquid, to get theair bubbles out, she injects the liquid into my I.V."There. I hope you didn't experience any discomfort Miss. Hernandez,"she tells me as she exits the room.What the hell. Some just lay there, pretending you don’t exist. The ones I really hate, though, are the ones who make it an acting job, falsely moaning, telling you you’ve got the biggest dick ever, and they just can’t stand the pleasure. All good stuff, but I’ve never seen a hooker with the talent to carry it off without sounding phony as hell.Anyway, in the course of events, I found myself looking one night, and happened across Barbara again. I was cruising the stroll and saw her walking. As I passed,. I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that has been on my own too – life has been a relatively boring and pretty much totally sex-free.