Sure, it can bubble a little and bleed and often does, but that does not explain what I’m certain I saw. One of the eyes bulged a little like someth...ng were pushing out under it. Hell, it FELT like something were trying to push out under it. I sat up (god, how it hurt to move so suddenly!) and gently touched the particular offending eyeball. It smeared some blood on my fingertip, but did little else. I must have been seeing things. The event was kind of stressful, and god knows the brain reacts. She’d never tasted anything like it before in her life and found it strange. But this was Igor’s seed and she wanted it all. She started to swallow it eagerly to find him pump more and more of the stuff. Flecks of it were smeared on her lips as she couldn’t keep up with the speed of his ejaculation because she was also now in her own orgasm where she couldn’t properly control the movements of her mouth or the rest of the body. Igor heaved her out after one last pump of her head to lie beside. After the first week Jenna and I had gotten to know some of the players who lived in the same wing. One night at dinner they invited us to sit down with them. After I sat down I looked across the table and made eye contact with one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. I know that it sounds weird to call a guy beautiful, but he literally looked like he had been sculpted and chiseled into this perfect specimen of a man. He had short black hair and chocolate brown skin. His eyes were dark. He didn't come himself, this time; he had other plans. Pulling out his still-erect cock, he sat on the sofa between Marcie and Joan."So, Marcie," Sam said, smiling at her. "Still happy with your decision?"She smiled too, but looked a little confused. "Decision?" To be my fuck toy," he said.Her smile broadened and she sat up. "Hell, yes! I have *never* felt that way before. It wasn't a decision. Your fuck toy is what I am, like it or not."Sam indicated his crotch. "Then, get busy, fuck.