I was good with that. He told me to scrub up the men's change room. He said he had already sprayed out some soap and germ killer and told me to scrub ...t down and rinse it off. I went to it and after a while I got the whole area clean and looking good. I sat down on one of the change benches onto what looked like water, but turned out to be some soap or disinfectant; the next thing I knew I was getting a burning feeling in my crotch area. I went to the coach and asked him for help; he rushed me. She put the bottles down on the desk by the screen and went round the other side, dropped to her knees and crawled under the table so as to be able to lend a hand and a mouth as required by all good sexual etiquette.Within two minutes she had a choice between red Scottish uncut eight inches and 9 inches of smooth brown Ethiopian sausage. She treated them with equal respect."What you been doing then" asked Rex as though he was waiting at the barbers for his turn to come up and just making polite. " She put her mouth over the head of my cock again before popping off quickly and adding, "Sir."Then she slowly dropped her head back down the length of my cock. I lay back and enjoyed the lovely blowjob that I was getting. She was doing a fabulous job, licking up the sides, tickling my balls with her tongue and providing expert suction to my shaft. Given last night's activities, I wasn't in danger of cumming too quickly, so I just enjoyed.However, it was also time for another object lesson.. He gripped the side of the sink as his head reeled in shock.Quince had been stabbed in the leg with a syringe by Jeff. It had contained a DNA virus based on one of his horses. He had thought that none of the virus had been injected into him, but obviously a small amount had entered his leg.As the virus reproduced, the rate of change accelerated. Before his horrified eyes, Quince's upper leg lengthened and changed. The virus raced up towards his hips and down to his foot with frightening speed..