My balls had been separated from my scrotum by at least a foot using several spacers each an inch thick! My asshole was plugged with an inflatable but... plug that She enlarged each week. But the worst of all was the milking machine hooked to my cock that pumped 24/7 at maximum speed, pumping my cum into a big receptacle. To ensure that my balls kept producing cum nonstop She gave me shots every few days to increase my testosterone and also forced me to swallow huge amounts of Viagra every day!. He heard about your wanting to try DP and offered to be my second,” you explain, giving me a salacious smile. You know that sharing is not something I’ve been entirely interested in, and you hadn’t shown any predilection to wanting to share either, so this is all a surprise to me. My eyes narrow a bit, but there’s another reassuring squeeze.“I wanted to surprise you.” That grin grows a bit as you realize I’m uncomfortable.“Well, I’m certainly surprised.” I didn’t intend for my tone to be sharp,. Move your face closer to my pussy. That’s right, darling. See how wet it looks? I’m so hot that my cunt is just dripping with lust for you. I have such an unbearable itch between my legs today, Arjun. I think your tongue could help a bit. See the lips of my cunt, these raggedy-looking little swollen folds of flesh? I’m going to spread them open for you, Arjun. I want you to stiffen your tongue and shove it right up my cunt. Would you do that for me, lover?” Arjun’s tongue pushed up into my cunt. Only the most recent of the morning's challenges, he know what could happen if he tarried too long.Slouching between buildings halfway down the block, he again plunged his hands into his pockets. Crumbled bills and slick metal met his fingertips, and he knew there was not enough. Of all the changes in the past months, the greatest was his discovery happiness could be found, could even be purchased. The thought cheered him, but the joy was fleeting. Yes, happiness could be purchased. But the.