I heard a grunted, “Night, Tommy,” but his voice was soft and, well, Sam actually might have said, “Night, Tammy,” instead. His smell wasn’t the same as before. But, as you can see, ours wasn’t a healthy relationship. “Fucking little cock-whore. Then he let the strap go and it snapped back down across my back. I never had a better night’s sleep in my life. “But next time, you little slut, you’re going to have do all the girl-work and clean-up everything yourself.”
The water started getting cold, and before Sam came back to the bathroom, I got out of the tub and started drying myself. I went to bed and, I couldn’t help it with everything running through my mind, had to jack-off before I fell asleep. I tried to smile at him, but even that hurt. I don’t know why I hid that part from you for so long. “That’s your fucking cherry-blood,” he said, wiping one of the red streaks off his cock with a finger.
