...... and...........Me: did you feel pain at that time?Ratan: yes madam. It was painful.I stood up and told.............Ratan! You are a good boy. Gi...e me massage on my back.And I was on my bed. I have unbuttoned my top/shirt and I was laying on the bed and Ratan was looking at me with wide opened eyes.Me: come on Ratan ! Give me massage on my back.He came on the bed and started to massage on my back but I could feel shaking his hands on my back with his sweating palms. He was really feeling. It was a confusing time for me, I was almost certain I was straight but part of me craved cock, especially when I was crossdressed. I would dress all sexy in my own underwear and sisters clothes (I was lucky to have an older sister so access to a full wardrobe) and play with myself until my cock was sore and balls empty - I would fantasise about being with a guy and this would drive me to orgasm every time. I always managed to suppress these feelings but when I was horny they would always. There was this black employee that was often there in the evening and at night. He was a good looking guy, 30 year old and bulky. I knew he had a big black cock because it was obvious just by looking at his shorts. I confirmed my suspicions in the showers. He was a black man with a big black cock. I won’t lie: I wanted to know him inside me. But, it took time. I often asked him questions about some work outs and training exercises. It was job talk for him. But, eventually, I got to know him.. That is to say, you can fuck them, but it tends to end badly for everyone involved. You don’t know whether or not it could kill someone, but it’s crossed your mind, and so you’ve forced yourself to hold back. After all, it’s a small price to pay to be stuck whacking it as long as everyone stays safe and secure.Except, this morning, you woke up to an unusual text message.Dear Recipient: This is a letter being sent from the Department of Dimensional Anomalies in regards to your reproductive.