"If you want to be a man again, you better make me happy!" he said as his boxers dropped to the floor and he crawled onto the bed with you.
Turning away, your back to him as he spoons you, literally panic sets in. How could he know?! It must be a double cross and he paid off the feds, but how? And what will you do now.
"Ahhh,,," he whispers "Maybe I'll just keep you this way,, I kinda like this fatally hard to get routine.
You feel his hardness pressing up against you as he adds "for that matter, let's work on making some little DiPalma juniors......."