A huge Mr. Olympia type, I wasn’t. But CrossFit workouts had sculpted my once smooth body into decent shape. At least now I had somewhat of a six-pa...k instead of that spare tire I once carried around. ‘Maybe I’ll start exercising when I get back to Springfield,’ she said after switching off the dryer. ‘Which reminds me…I managed to reach my aunt once I got away from that guy. She’ll wire me the money when I return to Baltimore. Kim will at least let me collect the rest of my stuff. Then it’s. It sounded stupid to me but that's all i could say, the sexual tension was so strong, i could see the look in her eyes she wanted to rip my clothes off as bad as i wanted too hers. I watched as she looked down at my pants and my swollen cock pressing up against them she reached her hand up and stroked my cock through my pants. "take them off, i want to look at your hard cock".i reached down and undid my trousers as i unzipped them, her hand slid straight into my briefs and looking me in the. That night was the longest night of my life. I did not sleep at all,constantly checking myself to see if there was any change. There wasnone. It seemed almost a foregone conclusion that I would not be able towed Philip tomorrow, now I was worried if I would ever get better. Ihadn't eaten anything solid in almost two weeks, only water being drippedinto my mouth. How much longer could I last like this?Morning came and with it, my usual visitors."I'm sorry Philip," the Queen said. "It's just not. As you may have noticed, it is different when a man gives a blowjob as opposed to when a woman does.” “That is true.” “And, if pushed, I would probably classify you as bisexual, which in my opinion, most people are to some degree anyway. As far as surgery, I have thought about it from time to time, but I have not really decided one way or another. My cock IS my sex organ. At times I think of it as my clit; at times it is a very male cock. And yes, that indecision and the mixed feelings have.