“Still too cold?” he asked, pulling back.“No. No, it’s fine. I just ... I haven’t been touched like that in a long time. Go ahead, doctor.�... Wayne inhaled deeply and began to gently rub the emollient into her shoulders. Rebecca sighed. Wayne started to pull away when he’d covered the area he could see. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered. She pulled with her fingers and the robe came down to her mid-back. He can’t really see anything.“God, Rebecca! How far down does this go? You’re bruised all. Only to stumblethrough her."Hey now. Don't be mad. As long as you have that dick we can fuck again.And if you want I can make you a whole woman again." No, you can't. Not yet," Kristine pressed out through clenched teeth.After taking a moment to calm down she continued. "You fucked up. Bigtime." What? How?" Okay. Let me try to explain it in a way that this bimbo brain of yourscan understand it." Can we keep the name calling reserved for when we have sex?"Kristine glared at her and continued.. A trickle of blood spills down her leg from the surface scrape. I draw the fork out of the wood and brush it against her leg to catch some of the fluid. turning I stare Henson in his cold blue eyes as I lift the fork to my mouth. It tastes like any blood, metallic; my tongue licks the plasma off the silver prongs tenderly – seductively. ‘Share’ Henson hisses at me, he’s close to orgasm again. With his free hand he wildly reaches for the utensil but I keep it out of his reach. It got me to thinking about losing control; about having someone else completely in command, so I wouldn't have to be.I turned it off. I thought there was something wrong with me; I had never even considered anything kinky like that. Plus, the costumes made it seem so ... theatrical. It couldn't be real; no one would ever dress like that, act like that.I made it a week before I was back. A long, long week where I found myself masturbating to images of a woman forcing me to do things I didn't.