He stammered, trying to respond, but she gave him no time. “Tell you what, Gil, the innocent, “let’s go to dinner” guy, why don’t you slide ...own onto the floor for me?” For some reason, he quickly obeyed, unsure of why or what to expect. “Unzip your pants and pull out your cock,” she commanded. Gil fumbled but finally managed to work his growing erection from the confines of his pants and boxers. “I like to watch cum squirting from a guy’s cock when he jerks off,” she said flatly. “But it. When she managed to gain control of her faculties, she asked the voice in a fearful tone, “Who are you? And how did you enter my apartment?”The voice was quick to reply, dripping with mock sadness, “That question hurts me, Anna, it really does. Why do people keep asking who I am even after having met me? Do I make that less of an impression? I must admit, I had always thought that I was a remarkable man, you know, hard to forget and all.”Anna felt her breath leaving her as she said, her voice. .care...if it...hurts." Blaez pleaded, gripping me tighter. I quickly wrapped my arms around his back and lifted him out of the water, laying him on the floor in front of me. "Are you sure?" I whispered as I ran my fingers through his fiery red hair. Blaez leaned into my touch and closed his eyes, giving me a faint nod as he bit down on his bottom lip. I could feel his body shaking beneath me even more as I reached my right hand down to rest against the back of his trembling thigh. Blaez. Then there’s the ongoing search for the bastards who did this to me, ‘the three’ are working so hard on that, and I feel a little stressed that they’re spending so much time on me. ‘Then David pulled this stunt with Ann at the restaurant. I think that it has all been too much. You’ve given me a great weekend, but you’ve said nothing about this Ann business. As usual you’ve done exactly the right thing. I feel much better.’ ‘And the Ann business?’ I thought again, ‘I’m not livid with anger any.