P-p-pleeeeaaaasse!" she cried, tears blurring her vision. "It's hurting me... it's killing... aggggghhhh!"But Byron gritted his teeth, stopping for a ...econd, relaxing his thick muscles before tensing them again and shoving down."Uhhh... you're loosenin' up, baby. Yeah, I can feel... uhhh... feel you loosenin' up," he groaned, shifting his weight into her thighs.Marcie's eyes glazed over, rolling up in her head. The agony continued. She was gasping in air with short, panting breaths. Her head. She sleep walked through the past two days of tests unable to focus. Thankfully, she hadn’t had to touch herself the past two nights.Instead she had lain in bed whispering to herself telling herself she was a whore, a slut, a cocksucker, and all sorts of other things. They were just words and if it meant she wasn’t going to any more parties or taking any drugs or even forced to think about her father, what was a little chanting to do.She looked at the razor blade in her hands. It was strange. He was giving me my first ever opportunity to touch a cock other than my own. I wanted to take it but I hesitated. Why did I want to hold it in my hand? My desire to feel it in my hand was taking over my mind. In less than a half hour I had gone from having no desire to touch another cock to being controlled by it. I finally moved my hand higher and wrapped my fingers around his warm cock. It felt incredible. The skin was warm and soft, the head a little spongy contrasting his stiff shaft. I. " Well, it's still not a nice thing to say."I pulled out of Marie now and watched as a small flood of my semen gurgled forth, though she didn't appear concerned in the slightest and just redressed into her panties, before she found herself another smoke."You're safe, right? I mean, you're on the pill or something?" Why, don't you want to put your white baby in me?" Not particularly, no." Well in that case, don't worry. I'm safe enough for you." Good. And, thank you, Marie. You were really.