"You don't want to hate me," Stein said. "And I don't want you to hate me, so I guess it works out."

He pumped Birkin's cock until it was fully hard, watching him pant and moan at the stimulation, then - still stroking - he lifted his scalpel and began to cut. He made a straight incision, from sternum to navel.

"Oh really?" he mused, smirking. "That's funny, I thought you and Vanessa were pretty much a one night stand, to begin with."