I could feel air-conditioned breezes onmy face.The anesthesiologist put the mask on my face and told me to count backfrom one hundred. 'This is it,',...I thought . 'Everything will be backto normal.' I didn't make it past ninety-nine before I passed out.Next thing I knew I was waking up out of a deep slumber, disoriented anddizzy. I could hear voices mumbling in the background, but couldn'tmake them out. I could sense that it was bright, but kept my eyes shut.My head hurt, and the my throat. He was happy to see Devon emerge as seemingly the last one out of the shower. Devon was the starting point guard and at 6’0” and 180 pounds was a bit taller and more muscular than Mark. His dark-brown hair was short on the sides and the back, but it was long on the top. He was often referred to as “Jonas” because he looked a bit like a lost Jonas brother. He had thick, muscular legs and he had the cock to match. It was of roughly average length, but he had probably the thickest cock that Mark. No soap. I didn't want to taste it later. I dried us off and we both collapsed on the couch to beer and cigarettes. I slouched down to the floor submissively, and rubbing his leg told him I would be his bitch and do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. The only stipulation was that it had to be at his place or a hotel as I didn't want any of my neighbors, students, girl friends or friends to find out. I knew that even if we ran into someone, I would become a nervous wreck, and that in itself. Therecould also possibly loss of companionship. The police officer leftand the doctor put a cast on his arm. The doctor told him he had tosee his own doctor in the next three days for a follow-up.Back at home Tilly made a quick meal for them. They were eating andhe said, "You know Charley always gave me a hard time. He was thecompany bully. More people were afraid of him than not. I neverthought he would get that violent over something like me wearing adress. I always thought he had a big mouth.