We were both off from work and spent time together on Sunday. That evening we sat together on the sofa, and she asked me about my girlfriend. The mome...t that I was waiting for. I told her. “She’s good. We met up a couple of days ago and did what we had to do,” winking at her.She understood that I was talking about fucking my girlfriend. As usual, she laughed and said, “Haha, did what we had to do? You don’t know what you are talking about.”I got really angry and started to lash out at her,. I think I love you, Eva. I know that's not how it's supposed to go romantically. I'm supposed to know and spout poetry and all that. And I don't know how you feel about being pregnant without planning it, but thinking about you ... like this ... with part of me in you ... I feel like I could fly. And if this baby can somehow weld us together ... I'd be the happiest man on Earth."I stopped. My mouth was dry. I felt like I had babbled. I half expected her to laugh at me."Your turn," I said,. You stand in front of me and begin to run your hands over me, checking to make sure i have shaved properly. I start to get hard again and, when your satisfied with my shaving, you tell me to kneel in front of you. You sit in a chair and tell me to wank myself until you tell me to stop,you ask me if i'm close to cumming and i say yes master i am.You make me stop just before i cum, my cock is throbbing, desperate for release, you then tell me to continue wanking,You wait a while and make me stop. She walked really fast. Of course I went back the next day. This time I expected to see her and even planned my day around it. I went by my apartment that afternoon to brush my teeth and pick up some clean clothes. The reason I never go home is that I live in a tiny one-room apartment with two drug addicts. They were not always that bad, but things had gotten crazy and I never knew what would be going on there. I seldom went home, butI could not afford to move, so I continued to pay rent on a.