Morgan kept teasing her with it, keeping her head spinning.“Yes, slut, you know what I am talking about. Your ass is hungry for this, isn’t it? ...ou should have kept it in all day, no one would have known. But I know it now. I know you for the slut you are. We are going to have so much fun together — well, I’ll have fun. You might enjoy it as well. I know a cock that would just love to replace this little plug. Should I go get him now or are you going to settle for the plug? Quickly. This time I could not keep quiet, and bentover with the pain. She just laughed, and told me that I was a baby with asmall cock.She asked me if I wanted her to remove her hand from my balls. I told herthat I'd do anything to get her to quit squeezing them. She asked,"anything? That could be interesting." I told her that if she would letgo of my balls, I would do anything that she wanted me to do. She releasedmy very aching balls, and laughed that I was too easy to control. Or maybeit was. It didn't really hurt, just feel extremely strange to him. He screamed inside his head since he couldn't scream any other way. Seconds later, he felt a tingling all along his chest, and could actually feel his chest growing, while at the same time, he felt a similar tingling in his groin. Oddly enough, he found that he wasn't scared any more, but felt more distant from it all. Finally the mist pulled away from him, returning into the box from whence it had come, closing the lid behind once it. We'll have the night." Great! You know I love that place. Get a front room so we can watch the Bateaux Mouches. What time?" When will you arrive?" Helen gave him an estimate. "I'll be there by then. See you."She hung up and, pulling her carry-on, walked to the corner of Cromwell Road to hail a cab to Victoria Station. At Victoria, she stopped in a Boot's and bought a box of condoms.The EuroStar delivered her at the Gare de l'Est more or less on time. Rather than manage a carry-on and briefcase.