There were some strong hints that this wasn't a normal hospital room though:There was a large mirror running the length of one wall, EXACTLY like you ...ee in ALL the cop shows.The door out of the room had no handle, only some sort of security sensor and keypad on the frame beside it.There were no: windows, TV, pictures, flowers, or anything else to cheer up a recovering patient.There was a camera mounted on the ceiling aimed down at me.I was SO strapped to the bed, it was ridiculous. I could. You've probably seen these things: a small, square box that sits on the floor with a toilet seat on top. It’s open on one side so that the slave can lay on the floor with his head inside the box and the Dom can sit on the toilet seat giving full access to his asshole for the slave to lick with his tongue.Well, who could refuse that offer? And, after the slave was refitted with the butt plug, he was sent to the bedroom to retrieve the box.He came in, set himself up inside the box and I took. You feel electric."Stop for a moment," I command. You seem startled by my sudden request, and dazed, like coming out of a trance, but you obey. Your mouth feels empty. Already you want more cock."Stand up." It's time for me to take control again. I want to play a little.I hold my lover's cock in my left hand and your cock in my right, gently stroking them both, comparing them, pointing them towards each other.Picture it in your mind.Closer and closer they get as I work the shafts. God, you're. Je étais assez nerveux autour des filles, et bien que Rachel était facile de parler, je rougis encore beaucoup quand elle me regarda. Elle n'a cependant pas me parler comme un enfant,. Plus comme quelqu'un de son âge. Je ai découvert qu'elle avait rompu avec son petit ami il ya près d'un mois (ce était un réflexe égocentrique total), et ne avait pas encore rencontré quelqu'un d'autre qu'elle aimait. (Selon elle, tous les garçons de première année au collège étaient tous les chiens en rut.