Happened once where I thought he had a heart attack. I was FREAKING out. We did c2c. He was in a hotel room. He was standing by the bed. After he came, he collapsed on the bed face down. Yo, I was FREAKING out. I kept calling his name. "BigCat. BigCat, you ok? BigCat." Finally, he looks up after a few minutes. I was so relieved to see he was alive. I wouldn't have known what to do if he had a heart attack.
Another time, it was a Sat night. Guy told me he was drunk. I laid there diddling away. He stopped responding. I kept asking him questions. He didn't talk. I laid there for a bit then went off cam and folded laundry. I then went down into my kitchen and washed dishes. My husband was watching tv in the living room. I whispered, "I'm still in a show. I think dude passed out". When I was coming back up to the bedroom, I heard the private door close.



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