If I was to agree I had to sign it and have it witnessed by his secretary. I’d then provide a sample of my body to prove the authenticity of the sig...ature. I agreed but was worried by the last point.Malcolm assured me, “I’ll fist fuck you to orgasm over the page and your semen will do nicely. Jane will film it and provide witness. If you agree go into the Conference room and get on all fours on the edge of the table where I beat you.”I assumed the required position in near record time. He was. Not totally, but at least a little bit.Bea had opened my eyes to what was possible, and had taught me how to search for pleasure for both partners. Brenda was opening my eyes to emotional responses, and the importance of being connected with both the emotional and the physical. I couldn't help thinking of Bea, and wondering if she had ever felt like I did about Brenda with anyone. She had never once mentioned having any love feelings with anyone. I was happy for her lessons, and wished I could. Jerry rose from behind his desk. His bathrobe came open, exposing his long thick cock. Jerry paused at the edge of the desk and stopped, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of black nylons, the handed them to Mort and Mort sat on the couch and slowly pulled the individual nylons up his legs, one at a time. He knew he was being admired and he was getting into the game. He walked over to Mort and Mort’s long thin cock was rising, just enough to expose his sweet cock head under the foreskin.. He raises himself just enough so fumbling fingers can guide and position.” Another smile. “You’re there.”The hand is slowly drawn away back to his shoulder. “ Now do it,’pregnate me.”They stare at each other as he enters. “Oh, Harold.”The thrusts are now long and hard pressing her down in small jerks. She is holding him, sounds like small sobs, sighing.He shifts his position, pressing forward, inhaling, a pause, then it comes, filling her, lifting her in a long spasm, shuddering contractions.