"You fucking bastard! You planned this all along!" "Of course I did! Didn't you realize that before now?" Fuming, you grab Sam's jeans off the floor and find a single pill in an unmarked wrapper in one of the pockets. You turn back towards Sam, who is now sitting on the edge of the bed. "If you think I'm going to just swallow any pill you give me, you've got another thing coming. For the next week, at least..." There is something... Odd, about Sam's expression, and his breathing is getting heavier.
"Cindy, that pill is what I said it is. Which makes it your best shot at not getting pregnant. Which makes it very, very hard for me right now to resist the GAME magic telling me to **** it down your throat." That's one thing he's not lying about, at least. He is just sitting on a bed, but he looks like he's in the middle of an intense cardio workout. Well, you're already as fucked as you could possibly be, so you decide to just take the pill. Sam immediately relaxes once it's down your throat and collapses back onto the bed. "Fuck, me! I guess that makes two of us who really need to be more careful about the GAME's we agree to..."
You don't feel any different, having taken the pill. Should you feel any different? Is it even going to work, given the GAME with Mandy? Sam has got up and snatched a towel from your wardrobe. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join?" "Fuck off." "Fine. We've got an entire year ahead of us, after all. Once I get back, we'll see about getting Mandy pregnant. Assuming you're not, that is." He heads for the showers, leaving you alone, naked, sitting on the floor, and leaking a small trickle of cum. Yet even that does not come close to describing the true depths of the humiliation you've just brought upon yourself...
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