If you've never seen the movie, you should watch it; it's a very hot story about a woman falling into a BDSM relationship. I hadn't seen the movie and...was surprised at the content. Every now and then I would glance over at Sheila and would notice her crossing or uncrossing her legs. Once I saw her rubbing her nipple over her silky blouse.I was a bit turned on by the movie and we were both pretty tipsy from the wine. Near the end of the movie there's a scene where Maggie Gyllenhaal has her arms. All my past sexual experiences had been with women. I wasn't prepared for this, and part of me wanted to leave, but another part was very curious about what might happen.She moved closer to me, took my hands and put them on her breasts. I started fondling them and could feel the nipples start to harden beneath the t-shirt and bra. She started pulling my shirt off. "Wait," I said, "I'm not sure I want to do this." Shandra replied "You can't expect to leave after seeing me naked and feeling me. It was a rare that I didn't have a cock at all that day. I went out to a bar with one thing on my mind, find a guy and blow him. That night I met Clark, we started talking and after a while I got up the nerve to ask him what I was there for.Nervously I asked, "Would you like a blowjob?" Sure, I would love one." Clark answeredI was surprised he accepted right away but very happy and more comfortable.I said, " I know of a motel a few blocks from here." Let's just go into the bathroom." Clark. His breath grew short, forcing him to drop back into his chair. He stared at the fire beside him, allowing the warmth to revitalize him.The doctor's words echoed through his mind. "Terminal illness," he had called it. A death sentence.James muttered faint whispers over and over, the words obscured by the sound of his heavy breathing. It took him a while before he could actually speak aloud the phrase that had been so forcefully taking over his mind since he had heard his prognosis."Death shall.