He was still sitting on the sofa in the dark freezing room, surrounded by used tissues when I entered.

“So you’re feeling better, I see.” I joked.

“A bit,” he sighed, “but look at this.” As he turned to face me I could see that the burns on his face had now turned to scabs.

“Oh God!” I whispered as I gently kissed his forehead.

As I put more lotion on his sores it was obvious that Rob wasn’t going to be able to satisfy my sexual urges in any form. I had to play with myself twice, in the shower to give my pussy some form of relief, but...