On Brian's sofa

Brian takes a seat in the middle of his sofa.

"Come sit next to me." He instructs calmly.

You do so obediently, hoping it's not too obvious how extremely anxious you are. Because Brian is right in the middle, you have to sit right up close to him on one side to be able to fit on too.

"What you did really fucked me up for a while." Brian says, still very calm and controlled. "Gave me real trust issues, as well as fucking up my career. So when the opportunity came along to get you on 'Assholes on Trial', of course, I was very keen. This feels very poetic, don't you think?"

"Brian." You say with a somewhat wobbly voice. "I'm really, really sorry. I really am. I did something fucked up, and there was no excuse."

+2% Forgiveness

"Glad to hear it." He replies. "But that's not going to stop me doing to you what I made you come here to do."

"I understand." You say, a little hoarsely. "I have to earn my forgiveness."

"Yes you do, and I'm not going to make it easy. Now, start rubbing my dick."

You look down at his crotch, and see a sizeable bulge beneath his black pants. You reach across with the hand further away from him, and with a silent gulp, begin stroking.

There it is then, the largest hurdle has been crossed. You are now officially willingly getting intimate with this man.

"Do you remember that you told me that I should **** you?" He growls, his anger starting to bubble through his cool demeanor.

You have to assume that he's telling the truth, so you nod, even though of course you remember no such thing.

In response, he snakes one hand up to your neck, and grips it tightly, giving it a shake for good measure.{if@ images > 2}

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