‘You want me to fuck you?’ David asked in a slow, soft voice. Okay, maybe the problem isn’t quite fixed yet. I thought, but I was going to answe... truthfully, mare than not because of my urge to get laid. At the moment I wanted my son. I wanted my son to take me. No teasing, no liees and no half-truths. ‘Yes.’ ‘Not yet.’ He said in that strange slow and soft voice, a voice that actually worried me. ‘After I get what I want, I will, I promise.’ Starting to gain control over my breath, the ebbs. Mrs. Baker ran and got a towel for me. My gym shorts were soaking wet as well as my sneakers. She told me to remove my sneakers and to stand on the towel. She told me she was so sorry about all the cuts. She pulled up a small stool to sit on. She had some peroxide and some cotton balls in her hand. She told me to raise my arms as she sat on the stool right in front of me.I raised my arms over my head as she started dabbing the cuts. Her head was level with my stomach and I could smell her. More

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