" I replied simply. I waited for him to continue, but he just kept staring at the ice in the glass."The tests?" I asked, trying to regain his train of...thought.He swallowed, then took a deep breath. "The tests." He lifted the glass to the light, as if he was trying to see how clean it was. He looked at me. "The tests say that I've got a very low sperm count; very low." Even in the dim light of the bar, I could still see the tears growing in his eyes again. "In fact, Jack, if sperm was gunpowder,. There were fifteen of us from around the country working on the venture, and we were all staying at a hotel in downtown Chicago. I knew several of the other men very well since they were from my New York office, but about ten of the guys were from other offices. I only knew them from phone conferences and from being with them on the first week on this job.The first week was uneventful, and we were working twelve hour days. But on Saturday night of the first weekend in Chicago , we had time. Barbara applied the headscarf as a traditionalgag on the outside."Mmmmm, that's better and his gorgeous lips can still taste his sheerstocking. Nice and moist lips on nylons. So sweet pet, isn't it?"Barbara and Joan were working in perfect harmony now, stroking John'sstockinged head and his nylon thighs in tandem. Poor John, he had justbeen devoured by one lustful woman and now two more were determined tostimulate him to death by sexual frustration."Now what have we here? Oooh, they feel so. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started moaning again. Her tits were bouncing up and down as I pounded her pussy with my hard cock. "Oh My Fucking God! Oh Hell Yeah! Do it to me!Do it!" she cried. "Give me all you got, Mother Fucker!" "You want it, Bitch?" I asked. "You want all I got?" "Hell Yeah, " she said. "Give me that shit!" "You are a little fucking slut, aren't you, " I asked. "Hell Yeah, " she said. "It feels good being a slut!" She was close again. Her legs were open wide and.