And I hadn?t intended anything to happen.But suddenly, and with very little warning, I began to cum, my pantiesand pantyhose filling with the hot liqu...d. I dropped the bustier andgrabbed the counter for support. Of course, this drew the attention ofthe other shoppers as well as the saleswomen. One took my arm, an actmade me weaker still. I was still cumming in my panties as she led meto a chair.This saleswoman was most concerned, wanting to call for the store?snurse. I begged her not to,. "You'll never belong to him again."He could fucking feel her. Taste and smell her.Electric pulses started to jolt the length of his spuming cock. His balls drew up tightly into his retracting sac. His fist felt like a slam of spastic sensation -- pounding -- mauling the unyielding stone of his cock until he growled and arched his body into a hard, shuddering curl while cum burst through his stalk in a shower of spattering cum.David pumped his gushing cock until all the tension in his body. He was just as glad that the buzzer rang and he didn't have to explain."That will be the other model," said Ethan. For reason's she hadn't bothered to explain to Ethan, Renee had chosen to keep Sondra in the dark as to the other woman's identity. She followed him to the office area and watched the elevator door anxiously, lips slightly parted.When Ethan opened the door, the woman who stepped out wasn't immediately identifiable. Wearing black sweatpants, a black t-shirt, and a black denim jacket. Inside the padded chamber, a bald man sat on the floor with his back to the wall, rocking back and forth while pulling at his straightjacket ceaselessly.“Antoine Jacques?”“Who wants to know?” the Canadian replied, speaking in French.“Someone who needs your help,” said Nelson, switching to the same language. Antoine turned back to him. “I smell death on you. I smell blood.”“No, that’s just the smell of cigarettes.”“What do you want? What’s in it for me?”“You want to write, don’t you? You want to.