Devon told her, "There is nothing you can do to me that will torture me any more than having Gloria's blood on my hands. Her and Gran were the only go...d things in my life. Without Gloria, I'm already dead. So do as you please. It really doesn't matter any more."Mistress decided a change of plan might be necessary. She needed to evaluate this new information. One thing she was the best at was adapting to new situations. Time for a new plan.She told the guards. "Take him to room 357. Bed him down. To the contrary, I was suddenly thinking, what next and how soon?From the sounds around us that now began to penetrate my brain and David's, other couples were also reaching orgasm. Gasps and groans and a shriek or two seemed to suddenly fill the car. One by one as they finished, sheepish grins crept across the faces of the boys and more like embarrassed grins on the faces of most of the girls.A couple of the girls, like me, had that satisfied look of the just fucked, even though we hadn't yet.. I laughed. “No, I meant that I need to pee first.” Sandra stood there a moment, just staring at me to see if I was joking. Gosh, how could I say this and not ruin the moment? I looked down and nervously continued, “It hits me nearly every time I cum.” Sandra continued to look at me blankly, so I stepped over to the toilet hoping she would get the message. She let go of my hand and started for the door, but turned back to face me as I lifted the lid. A weird expression spread across her. The doc gave me prescriptions for some powerful painkillers and for a cream that was supposes to relax my muscle. Take the painkillers as needed but don't exceed eight in any 24-hour period he told me. Have someone massage your lower back and thighs using the ointment he told me. I was faced with a great dilemma; the only person close at hand would be my son Billy. My nearest female relative lived sixty miles away.I ponder this problem as the painkillers started to take effect in the ER. How.