"The guard grudgingly did what he was told. Paul looked on as Michael prepared a syringe. "You going to see if it has any effect on the mouse?" From w...at I've read, the DNA virus should be able to alter any mammalian DNA. You see, I need proof to take to Mr Quince otherwise he isn't going to let me do the research you need to solve your problem."The door to the lab burst open and in stalked an imposing man in an immaculate suit. "Speak of the devil," muttered Michael.Quince was in his late. --No one at work commented or seemed to notice the free state of my tits. During my second meeting I got a text. A pic of my face stuffed with Matthew’s long cock and covered in fresh off-white cum. I snatched my hand over my iPhone before anyone could see it, glancing around stiffly. No one seemed to notice. My relief lasted exactly one text.[show me your pussy] it said.I texted [in a meeting][Good. show me your pussy or I send this to your mom, do it now] He attached another shot of me, cock. I was in heaven and she knew it.She gently scratched the top of my hand with her nails and then removed her hand, leaving my hand on the inside of her thigh."So what else about your mother's body do you like? She asked."Well...you have pretty feet." I told her.Mom smiled and lifted her feet from the seat, pointing her beautiful little toes. Her toenail's were painted blood red, and speaking of blood, my cock by this time was full of it. It was the most painful erection I think I had ever. I don't even have any regular friends." Please, you may call me Mistress when we're alone. You might as wellstart practicing. Besides, calling me 'Ms. Rockwell' seems a bitdistant, now that we're sharing so much. I think we're done discussingbusiness for now, anyway. Here, take my glass." Candice held the glass,staring at the lipstick imprint that had been left on the rim.Leaving her glass in Candice's hands, Mistress Rockwell made anothertrip to the wine table, where she procured a second.