His unmoored desires have festered. He is beaten and will be beated. His life's desire, his last unfilled wish rest between my legs. It is projection ...f a thousand people, a thousand encounters, and a thousand misinterpretations. I lower him to his back and remove his gag. He is thankful, thinking this is finally his time. This is when his sexual life finally make sense and years of pain will be relieved. I kiss him cruelly. I start to relieve his pain, and his beautiful masculinity springs to. “Yes I think we do! Look it,s only you and me here so what the Fuck does it matter what we say? You have nice big Titties, a shapely very fuckanle Ass and even more fuckable Pussy which I intend to eat till I make you cum! Are you okay with that?” “I guess so.” “Look you know I only talk dirty when we,re fucking so why don,t you forget your inhibitions for the moment and have some sexy fun! Let yourself go Mrs Taylor!” I suggested. “And if you don,t like what I,m doing just stop me from doing. " She bit her lip and looked away again. Then she took a deep breath and gave me the puppy-dog look again. "Ben, I'm going to do everything I can until you mean it. I'm going to love you like you've never been loved. I'm going to show you every possible-" PAIGE..." I put a finger over her lips to quiet her. Her eyes were wide but she obediently quieted down. "You can't force love," I said solemnly. "It has to grow on its own."She blinked and waited for me to pull my finger away. She whimpered. I told them I had a reaction to medication and that I was on the path back, but it might take time. I apologized for any offensive behavior.Since I had started the new medication, just before Christmas, I had gained over fifteen pounds, mostly muscle. In the hospital in San Francisco, Dr. Sharapova measured me carefully. I was very relieved that the size of my head and testicles hadn't been affected; Dr. Kournikova had warned me of those possible side effects.Dr. Kournikova suggested that I row.