Electricity surged through both their bodies, and then Damon's big steel rod began jerking, and huge hot pellets of gay man-cream surged into what had...been Walt's ass and was now, he knew to his shame, his pussy. Or rather, Damon's pussy. Damon's private property, just as Sheila's real pussy was now owned by Brad. The heat and force of Damon's eruption was easily enough to set Walt off, though his feeble spasms and the few drops of thin liquid that dribbled from his cock were pathetic compared. It was quite a mixture that she wore for her self imposed task, the tee shirt and skirt from earlier had been matched with my old Wellington boots, complete with turned down tops. An incongruous mix at the best of times, but she still hadn't restored the skirt to its normal length and apart from the boots being at least three sizes too large, she was still pantyless. I couldn't really generate much interest in the usual sensational 'Soap star had an affair with queen mum's second cousin'. All she needed now was an old style German officer's cap, a whip and some sort of tight leather or latex body garment and she'd perfectly fit the bill."Well, just a couple of additional questions for you then and we'll be done here," she said suddenly putting the file down.Donna just smiled and waited for her to continue."What sort of aspirations do you have?" she asked. "The reason I ask that," she said continuing before Donna could respond, thus letting her know it was a rhetorical question. .."Béla pushed her head forward through his hands and kissed him, causing Jake to stop speaking for a moment."I just want to tell you..." Jake began again.Béla kissed him again, shutting him up, again. Then she began pulling on his belt buckle, trying to get it to open."Alright, I get the message," Jake said, realizing that she understood only too well what he wanted to say and she definitely didn't want him to say it. Or anything else, for that matter...He pulled her against him and kissed her.