"Here," she said. "Drink it down." Drink this?" I said, horrified."Yes," Cora said. "Ms. Hanover specifically asked me to see to it. It isn't as if y...u haven't swallowed sperm before. Just do it, anddon't make any problems." She lifted my head with an iron forearmon the back of my neck, and held the cup to my lips. "Yes, that'sit."Again, it was strange. Lightly salted, but the texture was stillunfamiliar. Like olive oil? Like a raw egg white? It seemed tomelt in my mouth. Not. She screamed again, her voice hoarse with desperation, both pain and pleasure blending to make me shudder. I pulsed her clit with pleasure as she shouted out her count and her gratitude, and then timed the pulse of pleasure to land exactly at the same time as the next stroke. It slapped against her clit and she convulsed, her mouth opening to scream but no sound emerging, her pussy opening pulsing, a trickle of cum escaping as she shattered in a painful orgasm. Dropping the crop, I shuffled. After that I washed upwith the flowery scented products that lined the shower shelves, andexited the shower. We all used to have our own toiletries but its beenmuch tidier and less confusing since everybody has taken to using thesame brands as Rachel; the same brand shampoo, the same brandconditioner, the same brand deodorant, the same brand tampons."Wait, tampons?" I thought. That's not right, I don't need tampons... Butjust then I caught a glimpse of my smooth rear in the mirror, and. “Of course, I don’t mind, I don’t mind if you asked him to have lunch with us,” Abigail replied, “in fact, why don’t you invite him to stay? Heck, I might ask him to stay.”“Come on Abi, be a little more civil,” Dana replied, ushering Michael into the apartment. “Hey there Mike, I hope you’re ready for the best Pesto Pasta with Chicken you’ve ever tasted in your life,” Abigail said, just as Michael walked in.“I can’t wait,” Michael replied, sitting on the couch. “Mike, your hair is still glowing.