But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another long week between Scott's fucks.But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another long week between Scott's fucks. Every night, during our garage blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted to Scott. ........................ On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived. "This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott. I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott. Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Sean you'd give him a blow job, before he left." "No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why Scott would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me. "Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me." I knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a few seconds. |