.. especially if you carry a big stick and know how to use it."Keep it up, baby, just a little more... I'm soooo close..."Who's the dame? Oh, that's m... secretary, Thelma. I met her about a year ago in a lounge on the East Side, on the trail of some dip who'd stolen a wallet from Baker, the landlord of the building containing my office. He dangled a year's free rent in front of me if I should find this guy and get back his wallet, though he never said what might be in it that was damned. ” Dana said sheepishly.Shawn held me rubbing my chest a little, “Calm down Zac, it’s no big deal. Let’s just watch some TV.”The mood leveled and we watched TV for a while before the group cleared a little. Some people left and others came in. Shawn and I excused ourselves to his room and put in a movie. I laid down next to him as he held me and watched the movie for a little while before Shawn interrupted, “Do you wanna sleep here tonight?”I sat up and looked at him.“I’m not saying we have sex. They slipped up my back, scrubbing for a moment before they rounded my ribs and came to my breasts. He ran the loofah over each one and scrubbed softly to clean off the last remains of his massive loads. It felt like he was brushing dust off a fossil, with great care and pure amazement. Once the sperm was officially off my body, he dropped the loofah but continued to massage my soapy breasts. I felt my nipples perk up under his hands and as soon as they did I saw his cock twitch. He stared down. Still I did not react to her touches. I had a doctor's appointment the next day. I brought him up to date on my progress and also told him about not being able to get an erection. He told me that my insides had been pretty badly beaten up and that he was not surprised and that it might be some time before I could get any reaction down there but that I should be able to eventually return to normal function. He said not to use Viagra or any other ED med because my body needed to heal at its own.