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This is the fifth chapter of Cassie's Dream Date. In the first chapter, Cassandra (Cassie) meets Roger Wilson, author of, "Love, Lies, and Lust", a story of transgender love. She's 30, and he's 40-something. She's a supermodel. He's average, dresses well, and has a nice car. They make a date to have dinner and go dancing later. Cassie gets his phone number written on her hand. After he leaves, she has a wild fantasy date, which turns out to be pure fantasy, as she had been daydreaming the whole thing in Starbucks. In the second chapter, she gets ready for her date by masterbating onto his picture. He arrives at her house. They go down to his Ferrari. Cassie has a wild fantasy about him giving her a helping hand while he drives, and finds that Roger hasn't even gotten into the car yet. In the third chapter, Cassie fantasizes about having sex with Roger in her living room. She leaves Roger, who peeked at her streaking through her apartment wearing only her shoes and earrings, in a leather bondage hood, so he wouldn't peek. After he had been in the hood for a while, Cassie asked him if he was a sub, to which he answered yes. After giving him a lap dance, she promised him a special reward for maintaining his erection for 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, he was still hard, so she allowed Roger to give her a blowjob. At the end of the blowjob, Roger was given the opportunity to relieve himself, but surprised Cassie by just getting dressed. "Roger, I'm almost ready," I said, foolishly, since Roger was sitting on my bed watching me get ready. "I can see that. I'm right here. No rush. I'm sure the restaurant will hold the reservations," he said. As I primped my hair in the mirror, I wondered out loud, "Why would you think they'd hold reservations for someone who is an hour late?" To my surprise, Roger heard it and said, "I own the restaurant." "Oh" was all I could say. We went down to the Ferrari, which still had a crowd of kids around it, and got in. We drove in silence for the first few minutes, the Ferrari's engine rumbling causing the Latina Wonder to be constantly vibrated. Thankfully, the warm gift I gave Roger earlier took the edge off, so I wasn't rock hard in my panties. At the restaurant, we were seated in a private room away from the huge crowd in the main seating area. It was just us at a beautiful table with our own server, who periodically disappeared and reappeared with fresh drinks and the next course. Roger had pre-selected the entire meal. While we waited for the salad course, we exchanged views on the Ferrari. In between the salad and the fish course, we discussed his book. Between the fish and the pork course, I talked about being a model. Then, while waiting for the pasta course, we got into the discussion that normally ends a date. We talked about sex. Or, more specifically, we talked about what we liked. I started it by saying, "I like a man that can go for a long time." "That's me!" Roger replied. "I mean a LONG time, like 30 minutes or more without coming," I said. "My record is six hours," he said, not in a boastful way. "Impossible!" I exclaimed. "No, really. Six hours," he said. "Did you partner use superglue or something to prevent you from moving inside her? Six hours would leave me insanely sore," I said, playing along with him. "No, my partner sat in front of me, touching me with her hands, tongue, lips, and mouth, but mostly just licked the end every five or ten minutes," he said. "Your partner teased you for six hours?" I asked. "No, my partner was training me," he said. "Training you for what? The sexual olympics?" I asked, laughing at the thought. "Tantric sex. It's a discipline where you control your body. If you're good at it, you can do some amazing things," he said. "Was your partner good?" I asked. "She was a Tantric Master. She could maintain an erection forever..." he said. I broke in, "So she was a TG like me?" "Yes. As I was about to say, not only could she maintain an erection indefinitely, she could fuck and not come indefinitely," he said. "I'll bet that was frustrating! You would give her a blowjob and she wouldn't come?" I asked. "She'd have orgasms periodically, but nothing would come out unless she wanted it to," he said. "Oh... wait! I'm confused. She'd have orgasms but nothing would come out? How'd she do that?" I asked, astonished. "Once you gain mental control of your prostate, you can prevent come from being ejaculated," he said. "Oh. So, you come into your bladder? Like when you press against the base of your cock when you come?" I asked. "Not quite. In that case, it's already past the prostate, so it has to go somewhere. By controlling the prostate directly, you can experience the bliss of the orgasm, but without the fluid," he said. "That's some trick!" I said. "It's something you can learn if you apply yourself," he said. "So she was training you to do that?" I asked. "She got to the point where I could hold the erection for a period of time, even if I came, but I was never able to gain control of my prostate. So, when I get excited, I come," he said. "Which I think is a good thing!" I said. "Yes, I think so, too," he said. The next course arrived. I couldn't let the conversation go. After eating it, I again started. "So, your tantric mistress didn't come in your mouth?" I asked. "No, she did. Often, and in considerable volume," he said, swallowing the last little bit of pasta. "And that's where you got the taste?" I asked. "Yes. Before her, I would go right to the point where my partner would come, but stop because I didn't want to taste it," he said. "I should thank her, then, since I like my man to swallow," I said. "When we first got together, she was aware that I didn't want her to come in my mouth. That was before I knew she could control her come. The first time she decided she wanted to come, she told me she was going to come on my face. I didn't have a chance to say no, since she had her cock, which was long and thin, in my throat. When she pulled it out of my mouth, she came like a firehose. The come didn't shoot like you and I come. It sprayed out in a heavy stream. She coated my entire face, and even shot some into my hair. By the time she was done, I looked like one of those bukkake girls who just had 10 guys jerk off on her face..." I laughed. "I'm serious! It was dripping off my chin, and running down my cheeks. I had to close my eyes. It was dripping off my eyebrows. And, it was pooling around my lips, which were closed." he added. "That must have been incredible," I said, in awe. "I never imagined anyone could come like that. When she finished, she put her cock head against my lips and told me to open my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do, but she was pushing, so I did. Her cock went into my mouth, along with a pile of her come. I could taste it, and it didn't taste bad. As I tried to pull back, she grabbed my head in her hands and told me to swallow. It was then I got my real first taste of her. She began to come in my mouth. As my mouth filled, I started to cough. She didn't stop coming. I swallowed. She orgasmed. I can still remember her trembling and her fingernails digging into my scalp. After a moment, she finished and stopped spraying her come inside my mouth. By the time she let go of my head, I had swallowed everything in my mouth. It was much tastier fresh from the tap than dripping off my face," he said. "Yes, it is. I have to agree," I said. After a pause, Roger added, "She trained me to hold an erection so that she could humiliate me." "Humiliate you?" I asked. "Yes, she would create challenges like 'lift weights off the floor with your cock and hold it-winner decides what sex we have'." I would almost always lose. Most of the time, I'd lose and she'd have me fuck her for an hour or two. Sometimes, I'd lose and she'd fuck me for two or three hours, so that my legs would be jello and I'd barely be able to walk afterwards. Occasionally, she'd have me maintain my erection for a long period of time while she teased me. The worst, however, was the training to maintain the erection. She did that with a whip and a ball crusher. Once I graduated from that, the training to not ejaculate was relatively painless in comparison," he said. "What did that entail?" I asked, naively. "She used a shock device in my ass against my prostate. When I'd get close to an orgasm, she'd push the button and fry me inside. I learned more about not having orgasms than not shooting come," he said. "OUCH!" I exclaimed. "She said that's the way she learned," he said. "So, you broke up with her?" I asked. "Yes. After I went to the emergency room after not being able to pee for 24 hours," he said. "Double ouch!" I said, my own Latina Wonder cringing at the thoughts of his, "training". "No permanent damage, though..." he said. The dessert course arrived. It was Banana's Foster, and it immediately took us away from the conversation. As we scooped the last little bit of melted ice cream off the plate, he turned to me and said, "Do you know what's good mixed with ice cream?" I laughed, and didn't go there. Instead, I replied, "I prefer whipped cream, myself". He laughed and said, "Actually, I prefer chocolate sauce more." I laughed and said, "Chocolate? I'm a caramel girl myself!". He laughed a bit more and said, "Caramel? I can't see that!". "What's wrong with caramel?" I asked. "I don't think caramel is right for strawberries!" he said laughing. "Strawberries? I was talking about cocks!" I said rather loudly. We both enjoyed a good laugh. The server came and took away the plates and silverware, and brought a pair of brandy snifters, a candle, and a bottle of brandy to the table. Without a word, she slowly poured a bit of brandy into the glass and held it to the flame to warm it. She set it down in front of Roger. Roger picked up the glass and took a deep breath. "Good," he said. The server repeated the ritual with the other glass, and put it in front of me. I picked it up and took a cautious sniff. It was a fine brandy, for sure. The server left. "To us," he said. "To us," I repeated. We both sipped the brandy. The warmth of the brandy was quite nice going down my throat. It was very smooth, and clearly expensive. "Very nice" I said. "$600 per bottle. It should be," Roger said. "Am I worth it?" I asked, with a big smile. "Oh, yes," Roger replied. We drank the brandy in silence, looking and smiling at each other. Once Roger was done he said, "That was rather a heavy meal." "Yes, I'm afraid that I can't go dancing after that meal!" I replied. "You read my mind. Would you care to see a movie, or a show tonight?" he said. "I don't know if I'm up for that. I tend to fall asleep after a big meal. Would you like to come back to my place and watch the game? I tivo'd it," I said. "How about my place? I've seen your TV, and, not to insult you, but I have a bigger TV in my bathroom. Great minds think alike, I also tivo'd the game," he said with a chuckle. "No funny business?" I asked. "No, just a couple sharing a bed and watching a big screen TV," he said. "I think you're moving rather quick there, Roger," I said. "Ok, just a couple watching a 102" projection TV in my media room while sitting on a sofa holding hands?" he replied. "That sounds nice," I said. The ride in the Ferrari again vibrated the Latina wonder. Having now been more than 3 hours since I came in Roger's mouth, it grew hard and was a bit uncomfortable. And, the vibration upset my rather full stomach a bit. By the time we reached Roger's place, I needed to pee badly, and I felt a bit ill. Roger's place was a typical McMansion in a very nice suburb of McMansions. The only apparent difference to his house that I could see was that his garage was mostly detached from the house, with a covered walk from it to the house, as opposed to his neighbor's, who had built- in garages. When the door went up on the garage, and the lights went on, I saw why. Roger had another Ferrari, a Lamborghini, a black Mercedes sedan of some kind, and a Hummer H1. "So, you brought this Ferrari to impress me?" I said. "Of course," he replied. "This car is not for a girl who isn't limber. It's almost obscene when I get in and out of it. The Mercedes would have been a better choice for a first date," I replied. "That's a Maybach 62. And, it's so large and unwieldy that the only time it leaves the garage is when I hire a driver. The first time I drove it myself I backed into a pole," he replied. I giggled. Roger took my hand and we went to the main house. He left the path and didn't go through the convenient back door. Instead, he took me around the front of the house. It was a rather impressive place. Roger opened the front door. The soft glow of the chandelier in the entry foyer washed over us. Inside was amazing. His foyer was the size of my whole apartment. "Roger, I need to go to the bathroom," I said. He led me to a nearby door, which he opened. A marble clad bathroom! I entered and quickly closed the door. Dress up, panties down, the semi- hard Latina wonder was released. I sat down on the seat. It was warm?! As I sat there emptying my bladder, I wondered where the little Chinese transgender maid was. I chuckled to myself. That was a daydream! After I wiped and tucked myself back in, adjusted my dress, and primped my hair a bit, I exited the beautiful bathroom back to the grand foyer. Roger was there. "Everything ok?" he asked. "Yes. I have the bladder of a pea, I guess. Beautiful bathroom, by the way," I said. "I chose the marble myself. Was the seat warm?" he asked. "Yes, it was," I said. "I chose that too. It has a battery that keeps it at just over skin temperature. I hate a seat that's cold!" he said chuckling. "You and me both!" I added. "This way to the media room..." he said, taking my hand. A short walk later, and we were at the end of a hallway with double doors. He flung open the doors, and turned on the lights, revealing a room that looked like a tiny movie theatre. A big screen was against the far wall. He led me to the middle of the, "theatre", which had huge comfortable leather chairs and sofas. We sat down on a sofa in the center. From an armrest, Roger produced a remote control the size of a book. "Boys and their toys. I can control everything with this," he said, with a sinister laugh. "Lights" he said, and the lights dimmed. "TV" he said, and the screen came to life with a logo. "Tivo" he said, and the familiar Tivo screen replaced the logo. "Recline" he said, and the sofa began to recline. When it was in a comfortable position, it stopped. "Wow! What else does that do?" I said. "The chairs and sofas have shiatsu massagers and heaters built in, so it can control those, too. There's a special chair that has more built-in things that it can control, but I don't discuss that chair with polite company," he said with a grin. "I came in your mouth earlier. I don't consider myself 'polite company'. Tell me about the chair," I said. "Let me show you" he said, as he reversed the recline so that we could stand up. He led me to a chair with a big pillow sitting on it. He lifted the pillow. A fat dildo was built into the chair's seat. "And, not so immediately obvious..." he said, as he flipped the armrests to one side, revealing a pair of built-in wrist cuffs, a chest restraint, and a seat belt. He opened the top of the head rest and a set of straps appeared there as well. "Interesting..." I said, fascinated that someone should own something like this. Roger held up the remote control. "Using the remote, I can make the dildo vibrate, thrust up and down, rock back and forth, or spin. It also can shoot lubricant, to simulate an orgasm, or to give you more play time," he said. "Wow. That's some chair," I said, considering how much it might cost to get one of my own. "The Tantric Mistress designed it," he said. "For her use, or for yours?" I asked, now intrigued. "For hers, although I have used it on occasion," he said. "What kind of films were you watching when you used it?" I asked, now even more intrigued. "Believe it or not, she made me watch ballet," he said, rather glumly. "Ballet? Emaciated schoolgirls doing gymnastics to music?" I said rather shocked. "She liked it. I, however, found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the dildo going in and out of my ass, and her telling me I needed to maintain my erection for the three hours a ballet takes to complete," he said. "Sounds a bit stressful to me..." I said. "It was. Would you like to try it while watching the game?" he asked. "I'd give it a shot, without the requirement of the erection, of course, but I don't think we're there yet," I said earnestly. He shrugged his shoulders, dropped the pillow back over top the dildo, and walked back to the sofa we were previously sitting on. I joined him. "Recline," he said, and pushed the button to recline. "Play," he said, pressing the button that started the saved game on tivo. We sat in silence for a minute. I put my hand on his thigh. He put his hand over top. We looked at each other in the darkened room, and smiled. He leaned forward. I leaned forward and kissed him. He leaned back, turning to watch the game. I snuggled in close. He put his arm around me. After a while, I realized he was asleep and I was getting sleepy myself. The controller was laying on his lap, so I pushed the recline button, putting it all the way back. He stirred a bit, but didn't wake up. After a few minutes, I was asleep myself. I woke up. I was half laying on top of Roger. The Latina wonder was free. Roger's hand was around it. My own hand had a hard cock in it, Roger's. Roger was snoring! I laid there wondering how this could happen. The TV showed the tivo logo, so it had to be hours since I reclined the sofa. Roger's hand lazily massaged my Latina wonder. It felt rather good. I lightly squeezed his cock. It as like trying to squeeze a piece of stone. Roger snored on. I stayed where I was. The slow massage of the Latina wonder was sooooo nice. After a few minutes, the Latina wonder was as hard as Roger. I couldn't stay like this without some relief. "Roger," I whispered into his ear. He continued snoring. "Roger," I said a bit louder. "Yes mistress?" he said, still asleep. "Come for me," I said. He rocked his hips against my hand, not stopping his massage of the Latina wonder. "Roger, stop," I said. He stopped. "Roger, wake up," I said, louder than the previous commands. He began to wake. His hand let go of the Latina wonder. "Roger. How did we get into this position?" I asked. "I don't know," he said, wiping his eyes. "I fell asleep and when I woke up, you had pulled my panties aside and were playing with me," I said. "I don't remember," he said. "And, how did your cock end up outside your pants?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "Roger, I'm no slut," I said. "No, I'm sure you're not," he said. "But, I am horny," I said. "Yes?" he said. "I need some relief now," I said. "You want me to give you a blow job?" he asked. "Not here. I want to see your play room," I said. "My play room?" he asked. "I'm sure you know what room I'm talking about," I said, bluffing as I went. "Yes, but how did you know I have a play room?" he said. "You have a media room with a sex chair in it. Of course you have a play room," I said, revealing that I was guessing. He pressed the button to put the sofa upright, got up, and helped me up. His pants were half down. "Might as well take those off now," I said. He sat back down, removed his shoes, stood back up, and took off his pants and underwear. His hard cock stuck out enticingly. I took hold of it. "Your dress has a bulge in it," he said, pointing to my erection tenting it. "If you think I'm removing my dress with your cock being so hard, you're mistaken. I won't have you rear-ending me on the stairs!" I said, squeezing his cock for emphasis. "The play room is off my bedroom. That's upstairs," he said, pointing the way. I let go of his cock so he could lead. I liked the shape of his ass, as he walked in front of me. Going up the stairs, watching his cock bounce with each step, made me hornier and hornier. By the time we reached his bedroom, and stepped into what was obviously designed as a huge walk-in closet converted into a sex play room, I was practically dripping pre-cum. "Swing?" he said, walking to the center of the room, pointing out the obvious bondage swing dangling from a hook on the ceiling. "Or table?" pointing out a gynecology table, complete with stirrups. "Perhaps a horse?" pointing out a vaulting horse, complete with arm and leg restraints. "A cross," pointing to a large X shaped cross on the wall, also with built-in restraints. "Of course, the bed is behind you in the bedroom, as well." I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was still rock hard. "Undress me," I said. Roger carefully removed my shoes first. Then, my thigh highs. Working his way up, he unzippered my dress and pulled it over my head. Ignoring the Latina wonder that was bouncing against him every time he got close, he unhooked my bra. My fabulous breasts tumbled into his face, but he took little notice. He knelt down and removed my panties. The Latina wonder bobbed against his face. "Remove your clothes," I said, looking down at him. He pulled off his socks, removed his tie, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and was completely naked in less than 5 seconds. He looked up at me, longingly licking his lips as the Latina wonder twitched in front of him. "May I?" he said. "You may," I said. Roger leaned forward, his tongue extended, licking a drop of pre-cum off the tip of the Latina wonder. A moment later, he was licking the head, then the shaft, then the balls. After what seemed like an eternity, he returned to the head and began to seriously suck on it. His mouth was doing wonders on it, and I almost, but not quite, could hold back coming. I think I screamed when I came in his mouth. I know I began to fuck his throat, my hands holding his head for leverage. It was fabulous! By the time it was over, I could barely stand. My legs had turned to jelly. Roger's eyes were wet, but his mouth wasn't letting go of the Latina wonder. His hands were holding my booty tightly. He was intent on getting the full load and not a drop less. Eventually, I told him I was done and he should stop. "I'm sorry," I said. He licked his lips. "For what?" "For coming so quickly," I said. "The next time it'll take longer," he said pragmatically. "Sure," I said. "How about something for me?" he said, wiggling his hips, showing me his cock was still hard. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "I've always dreamed of having a Hispanic nurse..." he said. "You want to be the patient?" I asked. "No, the doctor," he said. I smiled. "Do you have anything that would fit me, doctor?" I asked. He got up, playfully squeezing the Latina wonder. "They're over here in the closet," he said. When he opened the closet, there was, indeed, a nurses uniform that just barely held me in at the top and left the Latina wonder dangling out the bottom. He put on a lab coat. "Nurse, would you care to sit on the exam table?" he said. I sat. He put his stethoscope to my breast. It was cold. I shivered. "Oh, sorry nurse. I'll warm it up," he said, removing the stethoscope and warming it with his breath. He replaced it on my chest, listening. He removed it and reached over to a side table, extracting a wooden tongue depressor. "Say Ah" he said. "Ah..." I said, the tongue depressor allowing him to look down my throat. "Your throat seems large enough," he said, removing the tongue depressor. I giggled. "Lay down," he said. I laid back. His hands felt my arms, my head, and neck. He then went to my feet, feeling up one leg and then the other, ignoring the Latina wonder as it brushed against his hands. "You're here for a complete gynecological exam, so we'll have to use the stirrups. Have you ever done that?" he asked, very professionally. "No, doctor. I'm a virgin," I said, holding back a giggle. "I see," he said, a bit flustered. "Please unzip your dress. I'll begin with the breast exam." He let out a bit of a wolf whistle noise when my breasts were exposed after being held in the tight uniform, but stayed in character as he massaged them, pretending to feel for lumps. His cock was tenting his lab coat. I resisted the urge to grab it. He began to feel the nipples, and it felt good. I wiggled my butt on the table. "Cold?" he asked. "No, hot..." I whispered. He pushed a button and the stirrups came up. He carefully fitted each leg into the appropriate spot and strapped them in. "I'm going to lift your knees up higher now," he said, pressing the button again. My knees rose. The Latina wonder flopped against my abdomen. My rosebud became visible. "I'm going to use a lubricant on you. It may feel cold," he said, pulling on a set of rubber gloves. "Ok, Doctor," I said, meekly. The lubricant did feel cold as his finger pushed it around my rosebud. He pressed his finger inside slightly. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I said, slightly wiggling my butt. He pressed his finger deeper, touching all the sensitive spots inside. The Latina wonder began to wake up. "Squeeze," he said. I squeezed his finger. "Relax now," he said. I let go of his finger. He withdrew it and removed his gloves. "Outside, you're in very good condition. I see some darkening of the rosebud, indicating good use of the orifice, and your sphincter control is exceptional. I need to look inside a bit, though, to make sure you're in as good a condition there. I'll be using this instrument to do that," he said, holding up a plastic tool in a sterile package. I watched as he removed the tool from the package, and coated the tool with lubricant. I knew what was coming next. My rosebud twitched in anticipation. He slowly slid the tool inside. It pinched a bit as my sphincter stretched around it. "I'm going to open it now," he said, squeezing the handles, which forced my sphincter wide open, giving him a view of my colon. "Are you ok?" he asked as I wiggled a bit. "Oh, yes," I said. The Latina wonder had dribbled cum onto my abdomen due to the press of the tool against my prostate. "You're very well constructed inside," he said, taking a long look. "Your muscle response is excellent." He squeezed the tool handles harder. My Latina wonder shot cum across my abdomen and onto my stomach. He released the tool handles and withdrew the tool. "Everything looks as good inside as outside," he said. "I have one additional test I need to do. It's the Wilson response test," he said, walking around to face me. "I'm going to adjust the table now for that test," he said, causing the table to lower a bit. "Your head has to be off the table for a proper test, so I'm going to drop the section of table it's on. Just relax and let your head hang backward," he said, reassuringly. "Ok, Doctor," I said. He released the table section holding my head. My head flopped back. He went to a drawer and pulled out a dildo shaped vibrator. "Have you ever seen one of these?" he asked. "No, Doctor," I said, playing along. "It is the Wilson tester. It is inserted into your anus and turned on. You will feel a slight buzzing. This is normal," he said. "Ok, Doctor," I said, my butt beginning to wiggle at the thought of something nice and hard back there. He turned it on and ran it over my stomach and abdomen, following the trail of cum I shot earlier, and then turned it off. "I will put it in without it being on. Once it is properly seated and we're ready to begin the test, I will turn it on," he said. "Ok, Doctor," I said, smiling at what I now know is going to happen when he turns it on. He eased it in. It was large, but not so large to hurt. My ass loved the feeling. It was a perfect fit. "There," he said, "is that ok?" "Oh yes, Doctor. That feels very nice," I said. He stepped around to my head, now hanging upside down, and parted his lab coat to reveal his very hard cock. "You'll be sucking on this for a bit to get used to it. When I think you're ready, I will press it into your throat and turn on the Wilson device for the test. Do you understand what's going to happen?" "Yes, Doctor," I said licking my lips. He brought his cock closer. I began to lick it. He moved closer. I could get it into my mouth. He began to lightly and gently fuck my mouth. His cock went ever so slightly deeper with each thrust. As he got to about 4" inside, he leaned over and began to stroke the Latina wonder with his hand, then added his mouth to the action down there. He was very talented, but I wasn't going to be distracted from the, "test". He hit the back of my mouth, the entrance to my throat with his cock. I gagged, but kept going. After a few more strokes, I had gained control of the reflex gagging and was enjoying his cock hitting and entering my throat. His thrusts got deeper. His sucking grew stronger. He turned on the Wilson device, and all hell broke lose inside me. My Latina wonder was on fire in his mouth. I so wanted to cum, but having cum earlier, I couldn't. His cock was plunging deeply into my throat. I could sense he was getting close. He wasn't being as regular with his thrusting. My ass arched up from the tables, my thighs and calves lifting myself using the stirrups, trying to get my Latina wonder closer to him. He came. I could tell because I suddenly was drowning. Cum dribbled out of my nose as he shot it deep into my mouth and into my throat. After less than a minute, I collapsed back onto the table, pulling the Latina wonder from Roger's lips. The vibrator was still buzzing in my ass, and Roger's still stiff cock was still between my lips. As he caught his breath, he said, "Your response to the first part of the Wilson test was excellent. We need to test the second part now without delay." He stepped back, pulling his cock from my mouth. He lifted the table, so I could lay flat, and stepped around the end of the table. "I'm going to pull the Wilson device from your body now," he said. After a second without a response from me, he gently pulled it out. It buzzed angrily. He turned it off and set it aside. He produced a leather strap. "I will now install this Wilson test strap and begin the second phase of the test." "Yes, Doctor!" I said, remembering my role in this drama. He wrapped the cock strap around the base of my Latina wonder and tightened it. With it in place, I wouldn't be losing my now steel-hard erection any time soon. Without another word, he plunged his still hard cock into my very lubricated ass. The suddenness of the insertion was surprising. Even more surprising was how my body responded to his cock slamming into my prostate. My Latina wonder, held in his hand, shot cum vertically onto his chest. He began to fuck me slowly, then faster, then slower, continuing to stroke my Latina wonder and my breasts. I held onto the table. It was glorious! He fucked and fucked. When he sensed I needed more lubrication, he generously added it. After half an hour of solid fucking, he asked, "How much more can you take?" I was so loving his loving that all I could say was, "Don't stop." After an hour, I felt like a rag doll. Every part of my body was sore, but I was living the good life between my legs. He asked again, and I said, "Don't stop." After 90 minutes I was barely coherent, but I again said, "Don't stop." After 2 hours, I was incoherent. My throat was dry. My prostate was so bruised and sore that it screamed in pain. My breasts hurt from being bounced around from the fucking. My Latina wonder was bright red and aching. My fingers ached from holding onto the table. My thighs ached. My calves ached. Even my feet hurt. But, my ass was open and ready for more of his fucking. Thankfully, in retrospect, he stopped. His cock, bright red and sore from fucking for so long, was still hard when he withdrew it. He pulled a feminine napkin from a nearby drawer and put it over my still gaping sphincter. "Hold this there until it closes," he said. He then very gently removed the strap that was keeping the Latina wonder hard. "I'm going to lower the stirrups now," he said before he pushed the 'down button.' When my feet finally came down, they tingled as circulation returned to them. He sat me up on the table, my feet dangling. "Your test results show a 99% percentile result in this test," he said, back in character. "Doctor, I'm not sure I can do rounds today. My legs feel like rubber," I said, back in character myself. "That's ok. We'll just put you to bed and you can do rounds tomorrow," he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. He helped me up, half carrying me to his bed. There, he slipped me under the covers, gave me a kiss, and told me he'd be right back. I didn't recall him coming back, because I fell right asleep. The next morning, I woke up next to him, cuddled under his arm, and holding his hard cock. And the next morning, and the next morning, and the morning after that, too. I gave up my apartment after it became apparent that I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. And then I woke up, still sitting in the media room snuggled under his arm, the game in the second quarter, Roger sound asleep, and both of us still fully clothed. Stay tuned for part 6... Can Roger really maintain an erection for 6 hours? Does the McMansion have a sex room? And what about the ladyboy maid, does she only work days?