He closed his eyes as his hand curled around the already tattered post-it note. It did not matter if the paper disintegrated; he had stared at it so m...ny times in the late hours of failed slumber that he had memorized it.Why did he want to do it? After all the horrible things his father had already said in his head, why did he need to hear it all again? He already knew his father believed he had totally fucked up his and his mother's life. He had multiple chances to get it right and had blown. Eh?"Have I what?" Is this one of those trap question? "No... Well, I reckon I've seen bigger pricks." Another silence. He could hear Geralt's slow breathing as he slept. Fuck, why didn't he say big cock?"Err... are you still asking?" Pause. "For being ploughed that is." He rectified mouth dry."Yes..." she seemed now to hesitate. “Take me and impregnate me with a human child?" An odd request but he did not need to be told twice this time.He circulated around the Gorgon placing himself between. .."And so they began chatting with each other, and the miles glided by. Jim talked about growing up in foster homes and his interests in science. Cindy described her family history in Hong Kong, the shipping industry her father owned, and her love of music and poetry. The afternoon rolled by easily. Cindy felt herself relaxing and really enjoying herself, happier than she had been in a very long time. But then she noticed Jim beginning to get very quiet, and shortly afterwards a worried frown. Erin was about to have an orgasm when the door to the room opened. It was his assistant, Allison. Allison looked at both of them and then shook her head. She was obviously used to this kind of thing. It did not seem to surprise her. She entered and closed the door quickly. Erin was cute and young, probably in her mid twenties. She wore conservative clothing at her job which did not show off her 34 dd breasts and round ass. She wore black framed glasses that made her look somewhat nerdy, but.