"How many more of the men do you think you can handle comfortably, Slut? Don't try to take on too much your first time with us. We want you to be ab...e to walk in the morning. You don't have to be a hero and take on too much your first time with us. We do want you to feel as though you can come back to us another time or two. We will all understand if you would like to finish for today. I enjoy an occasional gangbang and I usually don't let it be more than four or five men; I am much more. He used to tell me that he was in no danger, as long as no one made a mistake. I don’t know if that was true, or if it was something he told me so I wouldn’t worry. Mistakes happen, no one knows that better than me. When I was a senior resident, I made a mistake that killed a patient. I was on duty too long, I’d been awake for more than twenty-four hours, but that’s no excuse. I thought one thing was wrong with her and it was something else. Problem was, the drug I ordered was the absolute. I push you against the wall. Your breath escaped gently in a gasp as you instinctively thrust against me in return.I noticed.With a****l like frenzy I clawed at your shirt aiming for the mounds of glorious flesh that stood just beneath a thin layer of cloth, your head back in ecstasy moaning as I bite your neck. You whimpered meekly, "oh daddy". You belonged to me in that moment.You noticed.I tore at your belt forgoing any sense of light foreplay or romance. You responded in kind by sighing. I backed out of the drive, parked two houses down and called home.It went directly to voicemail: "Hey, Babe! What's up? I'm on my way home. Do you want me to stop at the store? Call me. See you soon. Bye"Three minutes later, Lamar walked to his car and took off. I drove around the block and returned home.Before we go any further, let me tell you a little about myself. Thirty years old, tall, brown hair, blue eyes, and, for the most part, a healthy guy. Except for one thing. Three years ago,.