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Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook II: Full time slave Chapter 5 After many days without sleeping, I decided what my future should be. I spent a couple weeks arranging all my job and family affairs, selling my apartment, my old car and everything of value I had. I opened a canadian bank account and dropped all the money there. It was not a big fortune, but enough to help me live for a few years with a cheap job, if I could stop spending money in trivial things. Then I moved to Canada, as near to you as I could, but far enough to not interfere with your life. One of my main objectives was to avoid becoming obnoxious to you, my “Amo”. I called you “Amo” once, which is Spanish for Master, and also means “I love”, and you liked it, so I kept using it. I rented a tiny house that was indeed a couple rooms and a bathroom, separated from the back of a larger building, paying six months in advance. It was minimal but it was the cheapest thing I saw, and it had a decent enough look after all. This was important because I wanted you to be comfortable enough if you decided to come visit me sometime. I was already living as full-time woman now, and even while I still had some hesitation about been passable while still in the US, there have been months since anyone take me for a man at all. Indeed, even as I dressed as androgynous as possible for my flight, I had a hard time at both airports when I boarded and then landed. But I knew that I was not a beautiful girl, in any case. Even while you definitely liked my butt, I was not happy with it. It was probably too girly for a boy, but it was also too boyish for a girl! Also my hips and waist were still not that much different, and my chest was depressingly flat. Every time we were out with you in public I could clearly see your gaze following women breasts, and felt terribly envious. So as far as I arrived in Canada and settle in my home, I went to Vancouver to see a local doctor I had contacted from Boston. She specialized in Hormone Replacement Therapy for transgender people, and after a long talk she agreed to start a test period. I would check-in with a psychologist once a week to assess my condition and have clearance to go on, but as I was already living as woman for a few months, I was able to start on a light dose of spironolactone (an anti- androgen) and estradiol (estrogens). The former would supposedly decrease my already low body hair and stop my balls producing testosterone in general, allowing my body to develop more feminine features, helped by the later. I had to admit the first feminine development these produced was I had to start going to pee a lot more frequently. It was strange, but I started feeling more like a woman, and it was then that I completely stopped standing to pee, which I did mostly in public restrooms before, but that was another male behavior lost. Other than that, I started sleeping more, and my skin started feeling softer, but I can't be sure how much was because HRT and how much because all the cosmetic products I was increasingly using. Once settled and with my treatments in place, I looked for an easy, free lance job that allowed me to manage my time as I needed. After several short interviews, I started as a waitress in a big cafeteria that hired students and was quite flexible with work hours, admitting quick absents for exams, and that kind of things, if one could arrange with somebody else to cover shifts. I bought a new cell phone also, dropping my old one without moving most contacts, cutting a huge deal of my past life. Not that I had a really active social life anyway, but I was starting over. Then, my first free day, I sent you a special email explaining it all: “Dear Amo, I belong to you but I couldn’t be totally available to your will until now. I dropped my former life to dedicate myself to serve you any time you want. I’m close enough now to be where you command me, any day, no matter what time. The most important thing in my life is to be useful to you. I have a phone for your exclusive use. The number is 604-... Just call me or text me telling me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. Your slave, Sally.” After sending it I feel strangely free and calm, after many days of mild sickness that I had attributed to the hormones. Suddenly I felt good, healthy, as if I had awaked from a long, bad dream. I stayed home and sat on a chair, waiting. Time passed, and I started to feel more anxious, but excited. More than six hours later, the phone finally beeped. I had it in my hands, so I could see the message popping up right there: “Jenkins’ Bar. The back door at the alley.” “Yes!” I shouted. I knew that bar. It was in this part of the town, at a walking distance from home. I rushed, running across the streets as if the cops were chasing me. It took me less than five minutes to reach the alley. As I approached the back door of the bar, I looked to see you but you were not there. I stood outside, trying to recover by breath while waiting. It was night already, and the alley was dark and lonely. Around ten minutes later the door opened and you went out. “You are really here! I can’t believe it. You came so quickly…” you told me, passing your hand behind my neck, under my hairs, and then pulling me against you to kiss me wildly. As we kissed, you took my hand and slipped it under your pants. I felt your warm cock already expanding under your underwear, so I explored around until I got my hand inside your boxers, touching your flesh and curly hair. I took the pipe and pulled it up, but it was almost impossible to move such a beast in that tight space. You took my head with both hands and make me kneel in front of your bulk. I promptly unfastened your belt and unzipped the pants, liberating your meat, which jumped forward, slapping my face. I opened my mouth and placed my lips around the tip slowly, but then your hands and hips forced your whole tube inside my oral cavity, slamming it against my throat. I almost couldn’t breath but I resisted, holding your legs as hard as I could. You fucked my face with unusual violence, and I thought that it was a good signal, after all, of your acceptance of my position as your servant. You took your cock out, totally wet, a couple times, and spread it over my face, leaving me reach your balls and suck it, too. You made me take your shaft and jerk it while I served your testicles. I looked up at your face and saw you enjoying my job so much, that the next moment, when you feed me with your cock again, I felt my sissy milk dribbling inside my panties. You went on fucking my mouth until you pulled my hairs back, separating my face from you, and then started spurting thick jets of cum over my face and hairs. May be it was just an impression caused by the shocking circumstance, but it seemed the biggest flood of cum you unloaded ever. It left my hairs terribly sticky, and my face spotted with large gobs of cream. I tried to suck your cock to get it clean, and actually hungry to taste your juices, but you didn’t let me. Instead, you pulled me up bit pulling from my hairs, and you placed the creamy tube between the fake breasts I formed by stuffing my training bra, dampening my t-shirt, telling me to squeeze it with my would-be boobs. I did it, pumping out of your gland the last drops of milk, which left my t-shirt even dirtier. Although I was expecting your cock to soften and calm, you make me turn around and pushed me against the wall, pulling up my skirt and ordering me to spread my buttocks. I felt your cock stiff enough again to stretch my ass wide open while you pushed it inside. I contained a scream, trying to not make more noise, and suffered the pressure of your shaft expanding while it drilled my butt. You pumped in and out of my dutifully lubed asshole, filling my eyes with tears anyway under the sudden invasion, until I got a little loose and you started smashing my sphincter more easily. The sudden discomfort was still there, enough to keep my clit dripping limp, unable to stiffen a bit, but I rejoiced experiencing your manly power over me. Before coming again, you get it off once more, pulled my skirt down, and pushing it between my ass cheeks, unloaded there, painting a huge patch over my butt. Then you pulled me on my knees again and this time you let me suck you dry until your cock began melting in my mouth. Finally you said, “Goodnight, babe,” and disappeared behind the door. I stood there, on the floor, for a little while, and then went back home. I tried to go though the darker parts of the streets, but I couldn’t avoid some people noticing the filth all around me, whispering or laughing as I rushed. A man even followed me for a block, telling me dirty things until I ran away, arriving at home with a mix of agitation, humiliation... and a proud sense of accomplishment. Our encounters turned frequent, following a similar pattern. One evening the phone beeped while I was preparing an order of coffee and sandwiches at the cafeteria. The display showed your message: “Have a couple free hours. In ten minutes at the Ridge Bookstore”. I rushed back and told Susan and Lisa to cover for me. They agreed as usual. To be able to rush out at any time, I have being covering everyone for lots of hours. I knew they were actually abusing my good disposition, and I was always working many hours more than they did for me, but it was the price I was willing to pay to be available any time you called upon me. I had convinced everybody that I had a very sick aunt at the hospital and they called me every time she needed me. And they bought it, as they got accustomed to see how nervous and desperate I became at the phone's ring, and how hurried I went off. So was this time. I ran out with my uniform on, flying away in the scooter I had bought to reach you sooner. That bookstore was a small building at the old part of town, surrounded by cheap bars and little stores that sell second hand ??"or stolen??" stuff. I remembered that bookstore well because you fucked me once at the dark hallway of the dilapidated house next to it. I thought that may be you would do it again, and regretted not having taken the uniform off, as the last time you dragged me so much over the dirty floor that my clothes ruined completely. I arrived at the narrow street and you weren’t there already. Good luck. I hate when you have to wait for me. It makes me feel terribly useless. This time, luckily, I could left the scooter in a space between two stores and dedicate to fix my hair, and got some make up, taking special care to get my lips bright red as you like. I could also pull off the uniform, remaining with my short skirt and a low cut t-shirt, and changing my sneakers for the stiletto heel shoes you bought me and I always keep under the scooter’s seat. Very happy, having had time to look sexier for you, I went back to the bookstore entrance to wait. Minutes passed and, dressing like that in this neighborhood, I had to resist a few guys that got close and ask me how much it was for an hour or other vulgarities like that. I ignored them, trying to look hard, but I was actually terrified and nervous. Some twenty minutes later, I lit a cigarette after the last guy desisted and left. It trembled between my fingers, but helped me to calm down. Then I saw you appearing round the opposite corner. I immediately dropped the cigarette. I never dared smoking in front of you, just in case. You approached walking distractedly and peaceful as usual. I waved at you, trying to get your attention, and you finally saw me just before crossing the street. You smiled briefly and made a gesture for me to cross the street. It surprised me, as I thought we would go to the forsaken house again. I almost ran to you, clicking over the sidewalk. You looked at me from head to feet as I arrived and seemed quite pleased by my appearance. You greeted me with a kiss and squeezed my butt over the skirt with your big hands. I redden, thinking about all the people that were probably watching us. You made me start walking, leaving a hand in my butt, as naturally as if you were carrying me from my waist. You told me that a long meeting you had scheduled from a week ago had postponed and then you decided to take the time to distract yourself a little. Men at the street watched how guiding your bitch, interested. We went back around the corner from where you came, and you told me that we were going to the movies. What a surprise! It was a lot of time since our dates had been stopped to be romantic. We walked two blocks through a wider street with more shops, until we reached the place. It was a XXX theater, or course! It looked quite old and scary, but I’ve never seen one that doesn’t look like this. We went to the ticket counter and the fat guy behind the glass muttered something without picking his eyes from the newspaper. Then you asked him for two tickets and he looked up, seeing me and seeming surprised for half of a second, before he took the money, cut the tickets and returned to his paper, letting us in. I had never been inside one of those theaters before. I had watched many of these movies (many times with you), but I guessed that women never entered this kind of places. Except for me. Well, maybe real women didn't. I would have fainted in panic if you hadn’t been there. We advanced through a dark aisle until we passed a curtain and got inside. On the big screen a woman was licking another one’s pussy. My eyes couldn’t see very well in the darkness yet, but I noted that ??"thankfully- the place was mostly empty. It was smelly and hot. We sat around the middle of one of the last rows. I could see a man watching us from a distant seat. I was very nervous but I was getting excited at the same time. The movie was not my type at all, but being with you in such a place was pretty arousing. Anyway, you hadn’t taken me here to watch to the movies. Once you sat comfortable, you unzipped your pants and get my head down to your cock. I began sucking you before your cock got hard, so I felt it grow as I licked and kissed it. You were quite interested in the flick instead, and I could feel when you liked what happened in the movie because your cock got harder and you pushed my head, plunging it deeper into my throat. I listened to the women moans and I thought that thanks to them no one could probably hear me doing my job. I heard a man’s voice in a conversation and after a while the music started again and you pulled my head up to show me the movie. A muscular man was caressing a busty brunette. You let me rest my head on your shoulder and jerk your cock slowly with my hand. The couple on the screen kissed and licked each other tongues. I kissed your neck and felt your cock react. You got an arm around me, slipping your hand under my butt, reaching my panties from behind with your fingers. As the couple in the movie got undress and he began eating her cunt, you rubbed my bum with your fingers over the panties, starting soon to moist its cloth with the lube squishing out of my hole. I got terribly excited with your fingering, even more when the woman began sucking the guy’s cock. He had a real big shaft like yours. I always had thought that porno actors had the biggest cocks but you were like that in real life. The scene was quite hot. Her face and the cock filled the whole screen, and she was diligently sucking him. After a long blow job he stood up and helped her stand in all four over the bed, and promptly started to fuck her. At the same time your thumb ripped a hole in my panties and entered my boy pussy while the rest of your fingers rubbed my bent back clit. It was too much for me. I couldn’t resist a loud sigh, and then I knew that I was starting to lose control of myself. I watched the man fucking the girl doggie style; her big, rounded tits hanging down and balancing back and forth. And I felt your thumb penetrating my hole deeper and deeper. I bent over you and began sucking your cock again, raising my butt in the seat so you had plenty of access to my hungry sissy pussy. I don’t know how the movie continued, but your cock became a monolith in my mouth and my ass got invaded by most of your hand, your middle finger reaching deep and milking my sissy G-spot. I started leaking long strings of precum with a sudden trembling and extinguished my screams with your cock sealing my lips, breathing furiously by my nose. After a while I relaxed a bit, but kept sucking you with fierce. I noted your cock was palpitating, solid as an iron pipe. Then you pulled my hairs up and turned my face to the screen. The guy was fucking her asshole wildly! I looked amazed, keeping a hand on your weapon. I felt how my mouth watered, literally, and you took with your finger a string of saliva spurting from the edge of my lips. I was so horny that I crouched between your legs and put all that spit to work on your cock. You took my head and bobbed it up and down while watching that terrible ass- fucking scene, and I quickly received a wealthy stream of cum that went right across my throat to my stomach, overflowing my mouth and lips as usual, spattering your balls and all my face. I sucked strongly and gulped all I could, still pressing my lips hard around your meat, draining your pleasure to the last drop. Then I looked up at your face and saw your satisfied smile reflecting the screen glow. You stroked my dirty hairs, picking them off my face, then looked to your left and said, “You have visits, sweet. Be polite, please.” I looked, horrified, and saw a little bald man seating two chairs to your side, watching us and jerking himself. I felt my face burning of shame, but you pushed my shoulder, making me crawl in his direction. I turned to you, supplicant, but you smiled to me. “Come on, come on. Show him how good you are.” I wanted to die, but you kept pushing me, and soon I found my face very near him. He was nervously looking at me with bulging bright eyes, pointing his floppy dick to my face. I turned back to you once more, hopeless, and then you, seeming tired by my delays, put your foot on my butt and kicked me forward. My face clashed with his pants, and there I was, with my ass aching and his terrible smell filling my nose. I felt totally humiliated, but I knew that you never hit me if I obeyed. So I closed my eyes, kept my breath and put my mouth around his prick. It tasted as bad as it smelled. It was terribly dirty. He put a hand above my head and I felt his penis weren’t going to get hard that way. I realized that to serve you well I couldn’t just remain there. You want me to act like the reckless slut I had become, so I take his little cock in my hand and started to jerk him and suck as hard that it finally became decently stiff, and right then, when I thought everything was about to start, he took it off, jerked himself a couple times, and shot two short, thick jets of cheese cum over my face. I turned my gaze to you, and could saw your gesture commanding me to go on. Fully aware of your expectations, I took it to my mouth again and suck him dry. It promptly deflated, and I turned back to you, seeking your protection. But you weren’t there. Instead, there was another guy, with his cock out of his pants. I was shocked. Then I saw you at the end of the row, with other two men waiting! You were talking to them and collecting something. I was frightened, but this guy was not as calmly as the other one. He pulled my armpits and located me right over his dick. This guy was regular sized and he already had a considerable erection. He put his cock’s tip right into my mouth by himself, and started shaking his pipe while I surrendered and began sucking. The man didn’t tasted good, neither, but it hadn’t so bad a smell at least. He preferred to jerk himself and made me suck just the tip, or his hairy balls, talking to me in a low, raspy voice. “Come on, bitch… Come on, suck it… Suck it good, bitch…” When he seemed he was getting close, he made me engulf the whole shaft, shaking his hips, and then he took it off, squeezed it in front of my face and released his load over my mouth and chin, while breathing noisily. “Yeahh… Yeahhh… Fucking whore… Ahhhh…Swallow…” Most cum spouted by my neck while he fed me the last shot. Satisfied he pushed me to the other side, where the next man was waiting. He was a fat, old man, and he was really, really dirty. I had nausea and I didn’t want to even touch him. Fortunately, he had been watching how I sucked the former one and was so excited that I have just to shake his fat, flabby cock a little and he immediately came over my chest, whispering as if he was praying. “Holly shit! What a dirty slut you are!” He was delighted to see his cum there, so he pulled me up to put his meat between my small and fake tits. I just wanted to finish quickly with him, so I squeezed him a little and when he reclined to enjoy it I had to continue to the next seat. This was the last guy, and I could see you watching at the end of the row. You signaled an approving thumbs-up just before that man took my hairs and swamped my face on his balls. They were sweaty and warm, and I don’t know why but his smell wasn’t so bad. I licked and sucked his balls while I took his cock with my hand and stroked him slowly. He pulled my head up by my hairs and I squeezed his already solid and long cock, spat on its tip and then gulped it down. I knew you were close enough to appreciate my job this time, so I tried to comfort myself giving you the best show I could. This guy was a real brute, and it pressed my head down so hard that his cock went deep inside my throat, suffocating me, chanting like a mantra. “Fuck…fuck… fuck… you bitch… fuck… fuck…” I practically had to fight with him to be able to breathe from time to time, but being so much stronger than I, it wasn’t easy. He finally got ready, pulled my hairs back again, blowing me down to the floor, and jerking off by himself while he insulted me: “Damned whore… have what you want! You, piece of shit!” he unloaded huge jets of semen all above me. Then he stood up, kicked me, and went out. I sat up. I had a pain in my side, and I was a total mess. My clothes were shabby, dirty and damp. My face and hairs were covered with dry and fresh semen. You got close and helped me to stand up, telling me, “You did a very good job, my little whore. What a pity you have so few customers! But you made your day!”, and you give me some coins. I didn’t really understand, but I followed you out of the theater. Once we got out, I looked at the coins again. You charged them cents for my cock sucking! It was the more degrading thing you had did to me ??"until then. I remained standing there at the entrance of the theater while you said bye-bye and went away. My tears started flowing then, as I realized you had just turned me into a real slut, not only at your service, but also other men… stangers, indeed. It was so degrading, but what I was worst for me is that you didn't even fucked me, and I was pissed and… horny. After all that filthy abuse, I was still excited and unsatisfied, because I needed you inside me. And I had to rush to my scooter in that horrible state, with people watching me and laughing, or shouting foul things to me. Although by then I was getting used to that sort of things, and after the humiliation at the theatre, this was just background noise. About a week later I arrived back home from the cafeteria past midnight, having made two full shifts covering Susan for the whole day as she took the day off. I didn’t even ask her what she has to do. I knew well that she and the others were taking advantage of me, but all I needed was the chance to rush out for some hours from time to time to serve you, my Master. And beside it, I didn’t have much to do with my time. So I didn’t even turned the lights on when I entered the house. I went right to the tiny bedroom, took my uniform and my skirt off and fell over the bed that way, just panties and t-shirt. I think I fell asleep the moment my head touched the pillow. I don’t know what I was dreaming about, or if I was dreaming at all, but when I felt the hug and a warm breath beside my ear, at first I thought that it was just a pleasant dream. I started to realize that it was true when you softly bit my ear, and I recognized your beloved hands massaging my recently budding “breasts”. I turned my head to see you, happily surprised, and our faces met in a wonderful kiss that lasted for long minutes. As your tender tongue caressed mine, I could feel the hardness inside your pants pushing against my butt. I stretched a hand and reached for your belt, struggling with it until I took your meaty and stiff cock out. Then you left your full weight fell over my body, deliciously squashing me against the blankets. Your pipe fitted comfortably over the line in the middle of my panties, rubbing my butt slowly while you sucked my ear, driving me so horny that I dribbled like a baby, whining. Then you put your thumb in my mouth, and I fiercely sucked it with my lips, and once I had got it totally wet, you took it off, despite my appetite, and sprawling on your side, you slid my panties to the side of my left buttock, spread my legs a little open, and started using my own spittle to force your thumb inside my ass. I bit the pillow, moaning with lust. Once your whole thumb had entered my hole and had spin inside to broaden it, you got your face close and I felt you spat a huge and cool blow of saliva that poured in almost entirely, and then, in a quick move, you went over me again, pressing my whole body, and I felt your hardness drilling my ass savagely. My head bend up in a high pitched yell, as I felt the sudden pain of my sphincter ripped off by your cock’s breadth. Then you rose up over your hands and began merciless pumping my poor bottom. I screamed and cried, and again, I grabbed the pillow and bit it, resisting the grief until it started to fade, leaving that strange sensation of ravaging in my rectum that little by little becomes so pleasant, so lustful. My teeth released the pillow and let my moans grow louder and louder. You kept fucking my ass with all your fancy, burying me in the bed. The only thing I wanted was to feel your pole deeper inside me. I bent up my back, resting on my elbows, pushing my head against your chest, and spread my legs even more, flexing my knees to embrace your legs with my heels. I felt your barrel work its way deeper in my innards, and I felt my own dicklet stiffening as it hadn't in a long time, and I couldn’t help but start trembling and screaming like crazy, reaching a distressing orgasm that seemed to last for years, playing in slow motion, sissy cum pouring from my swollen and bent-back clit inside the front of my panties. I felt your groans next to my ears, the slide of your throbbing piece of meat massaging my rectum, then its tip pushing to the extreme of pain, and back. I felt like a rag doll under your body, and I rejoiced feeling how much you were enjoying my body. I was so grateful that you make me feel useful... I just wanted to give you more and more pleasure. I resisted the soreness that you were provoking me and clasped my buttocks and my ring of flesh around your cock, squeezing it as harder as I can. Your body vibrated, and I heard you releasing a whimper and then you fucked me ??"I couldn’t believe it! ??" even stronger. I cried again, and fell over the bed, broken, and then you retracted a little, make me stand on my all four and shook my butt around your lethal weapon. I strained a bit more over the pain I was feeling and kept tightening my arse to please you to the max. You pumped in and out several more times and, when I was about to faint, you took it off, got back and turned me on my back, face up, to receive your raging beast in my mouth. I got totally filled, your gland pressing my tonsil and spewing a full blast hot of semen right to my gullet. I choked and coughed your monster cock out. Then you take it on your hand and squeeze the rest of its payload over my mouth. I was so sorry that I couldn’t stand it! The only thing I wanted then was to get it all the rest in my mouth to guzzle it all. I knew how much you like to see me swallow your cum, and I actually love doing it. Your semen is my sacred milk. After your last jet came out, you entertained yourself for a while sliding your log over my face, painting my features with your cream. I closed my eyes and shuddered at the feeling of your balls rubbing my nose and cheeks. I stretched my lips and tongue out and kissed your cock all along. Then you turned around and collapsed over the bed, resting there, tired and sweaty. I slipped over you, licking all your body, rubbing your spent cock with my hand. You hugged me and kissed me, and we kept kneading each other until your unflagging cock raised again. I knew you were ready to shatter me again when your hardness started probing my groin. My ass was yet aching, but I didn’t doubt for a moment. I seated over your belly, got up on my knees and placed the top of your tool in the entrance of your favorite hollow. Then I opened my buttocks with both hands and slowly went down, bending my spine back in suffering, watching to the ceiling to hide my pain. Your powerful hands clasped around my thighs, and you started to move your hips, accelerating my ride, fucking me violently. I screamed and shook my head, getting used to the savage penetration, delighting myself with the feel of your renewed excitement. You played with my engorged nipples and the mounds which were forming under them, interested, and even surprised me by stretching my panties and releasing my clitty, which shyly raised a bit again as you pumped my sissy spot. Then you sat straight and hugged me, pulling my hairs back and kissing my neck; finally hunging my legs from your solid arms and getting me up in the air, standing and fucking me so hard, my little dick bumping against your belly, and I came again in another mix of pain, surrender, and excitement. I melted on your arms, holding your head around mine, kissing your hair, crying as a child with suffering, emotion, feverishness, and unconditional love. You sat again on the bed, still fucking me, and then hugged me like a bear, kissed my mouth as a vampire, and discharged another tremendous load of cum inside my ass. I felt it burst and burn in my anal intimacy, and gush out over my buttocks, my clit, your balls, and all around our legs. It was so good to sense all this while I was totally jammed by your kiss. I sucked your mouth and stroked your hair and neck, wishing that moment to never end. But it finished, after all, and you lied back over the bed, making me get down to suck and clean all our juices. I gladly did it, sucking and licking and caressing you with anxious to serve you well. As I finished cleaning you up, and even looking tired, you told me that you have to go home, as you were just returning from a business trip. You asked me for a cup of coffee which I promptly prepared, then I ironed your shirt a bit while you drank the coffee. I followed you to the door, where you kissed me, smiled at me, and then left, breaking my heart in pieces once more. I stood there, watching you walk to the car, get in, and get away in the dark, and there I stood a little more, breathing the cold air of the night, still tasting your cum in my mouth and still feeling it leak from my aching ass, dampening my panties. Then I closed the door and went to bed again this way, falling asleep with the rests of your semen drying inside and over me, so satisfied and happy and thinking about you.