Chapter 4A week later Joyce called Romero at his home.“Romero are you recovered yet?”“Oh yes I have been recovered for several days. Have someth...ng in mind?”“Yes I would like to make your penis into a cock again, if you would like that to happen.”“Oh yes I would love to let you make it big enough to masturbate again. Only I don’t want to masturbate it. That would be a waste.”“Yes it would when there is a willing pussy to empty into. How about this evening? Your place or mine? If your place I. I hate this stupid IKnew You Were Trouble song.She looked up at me with a face of anger. I must have said the wrongthing because it looks like she is a fan of Taylor Swift. Also justruined any chance of my getting with her tonight."If Taylor Swift sucks so bad then why are you wearing her signature redlipstick?"I was confused by this, what was she talking about? I'm not wearing anyred lipstick. She dug into her purse and pulled out a small mirror andheld it up to my face.I was in for a shock. I was to cum again, and told her so, but she said I should try not to, squeezing my cock until I was in control again. When she saw I wasn’t about to cum, she moved down, straddling my cock, she lowered herself on to me until she was fully impaled on my throbbing meat. Then she started to ride me, bouncing up and down with abandon. I was watching as my glistening cock slid in and out of her soaking snatch – a fantastic sight! She had another orgasm, after which she climbed off and lay on the. Slow, clumsy footsteps were soon replaced with strength and confidence. His body was no match for his determination, and once he got moving, it was far easier to stay moving then it was to stop.After ten minutes of walking, he was already feeling a little better. His stiff muscles had loosened, and the staff kept most of his weight off his bad foot. His ankle was swollen already, but he needed to keep moving forward. The path he followed was mostly flat, and for that, he was grateful.Ominous.