The next week…

The next week is pretty rough. At work Samantha is giving you the cold shoulder. She looks like a mess. Her long dark brown that you normally find to be very pretty is disheveled and has lost its shine. She’s stopped wearing make-up so her lips and eyes are just a bit duller. She’s still attractive, but she’s not the same 29-year-old tall skinny white girl you’ve fallen in love with.

At home, you’ve lost a lot of your libido. You keep thinking about how watching Samantha eat your cum was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You even get hard thinking about her sister – who you’ve never met but you’ve seen photos of online – eating your cum as well. Claire has the same long dark brown hair Samantha has, but is neither quite as tall or skinny as Samantha. So you keep getting turned on, and you even thinking of getting started at collecting your cum in the jar again. But then the anxiety of getting caught hits your stomach.

You live in fear of getting raided by the police or feds. You washed the jar with every household chemical you could find – trying to remove all trace of DNA. You keep telling yourself how stupid it was to hand Samantha over the evidence. She has all she needs to send you to jail – a whole batch of your gooey DNA.

The only thing giving you hope is that you’re not in jail yet. And at work, she may be cold as hell towards you, but she’s still going along and getting her work done.