“Do you really want to know?”“Yes.”“First, tell me your name.”“Sophie. What’s yours?”“Jonathan Perrine. Professor Jonathan Perrine... You may address me as ‘Professor,’ yes?”She nodded. “What are you working on, Professor?”He sighed. If he could carry this off it would set up his presentation at the next conference. If someone under four feet tall and six or so years old could follow at least the basic outlines of the theory, it could be set out in a fashion that even the most dunderheaded fools. It was a place where they sold hamburgers mainly while they played rock music and showed videos as well. The decoration was really cool, sort of vintage Pop Art, I would say. We arrived there at 7 pm, and Matt, one of our friends, was there with Joanna, another good friend of ours. It seemed that both of them were going out though none of them talked about it. They didn’t show any kind of affection to each other either, at least not in public.We entered the place, and some minutes later,. I looked down at my big, firm tits. They glistened with semen and saliva. My nipples were hard. Devlin patted my ass one last time.“Go clean yourself up,” he said pointing to the bathroom in his office. “There are clean towels in the cabinet. I smiled at them and made my way to the bathroom, turned on the light, and closed the door behind me. I turned on the faucet and looked into the mirror. My face was covered in so much cum I looked as if I had been hit in the face by a cream pie, like form. Her submission could be because she always had done so with Beatrix, or it could be something else entirely. And when she felt the touch on her thighs, those nearly traitorous thoughts vanish instantly.Deeply moaning, Danyelle snapped out of her thoughts. The symbiote got nearer to her throbbing, needful pussy and her twitching sphincter. Will it fill just one of both? Which one do I want? Does it even matter?For some reason Danyelle had never been sure about doing anything crazy like using.