"I owe you an apology. I've been going through some stuff lately, and I've been trying to sort it out without getting you involved but all I've ended ...p doing is hurting you." Donna said, before taking another deep breath, "The thing is Eric, I'm sorry for hurting you... but I'm not..." What?" Eric said, a little confused and more than a little angry."What I mean is," Donna said, "I'm kind of having an identity crisis, a sexual identity crisis here, and I kind of feel like I need to find out. . tasks ... to complete. A bunch of things to do for you. The first is tonight."I shuffled in the chair uncomfortably. I could see where this was going, or I thought I could. Turns out I'm just an old perv."No, no ... nothing like that. Still have a dirty mind I see," she said, grinning."Let me tell you about the first thing. The first thing is to give you my journals. Since ... what happened, and I first saw Jim, I've been keeping a journal. Five or six sentences a day, about my day, my. My hands were across my top. My ears full of dark brooding music from my headphones. My boots though were loudly clomping as I hit the lino floor. Surely all eyes would be on me, even if they couldn’t see my eyes. The waiting room though was empty. Good. I had that momentary; thank god none of my slutty friends were here either. They’d think I was here for a STD test.I plonked myself in the far corner seat of the waiting area, adjusting my loose dress, my only concession to what might follow,. Samer: no, bitch, I said suck it.He forces his dick deep into my mouth, I can already feel it in my throat.Samer: if you don’t want to suck it then I’m gonna make you suck it.He continues to fuck my mouth and pushing his cock balls deep in my throat. Holding my hair really tight he starts to breathe heavily. I look at him and he slaps me.Samer: who told you to look at me, slut? Keep your gay shit to yourself you faggot.I mumble and start to suck even harder, I can barely breathe as he rams his.