He just looked at her. God, but this Carolyn Maxwell person was terminally cute. He wanted her as badly as he'd wanted any woman he'd ever met, all th... way back to and definitely including his horny high school days and before."What if you could pass this on to other people?" she said."The ability, you mean?" What if it was something genetic. Like something in your blood? All that sort of stuff - it needs to be researched, John ... Ray, I mean." I know. I know you're right," he said. "But once. Her rich black hair spilled haphazardly radiant from her head, gleaming in the dim light like blood in moonlight. From my propped up position I could drink in the unusual beauty of her sleek foil shaped eyes and her button mouth, so rare on a dark skinned woman. I grew fascinated by the gelatinous response her breasts made to either of our slightest movements. Ultimately though I remained captivated by the mercurial facial expressions as my long smooth strokes went from almost complete. Holding the weight of my breasts, letting them go, squeezing the tiny bit of fat around my middle, even as the mirror showed all evidence to the contrary—objectively an hourglass figure—all I saw was a 34 year-old unshaven slob. Almost compulsively I stroked my fingers through the damp and overgrown hair that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. In the bedroom I rifled the closet for a dress I could hide in. It’s counter-productive, of course, baggy clothes make everything worse but no one who. I looked puzzled at that and he answered I would wash my ass out every morning after I used the toilet and before the next toy was inserted. The next things he had were weights for the labia piercings. He hung one weight on each of the four piercings and told me to add the next size weight every day until I had used all seven. With the first weight I could feel the stretching I could only imagine what the last weight would feel like. I truly now was just a piece of ass to be used for a peso.