Miss Driscoll looked in the small mirror atop her dressing table; even now his cock looked far bigger than could reasonably be expected of a 15 year o...d boy and even from this distance the thick vein that ran down its shaft was clear to see. She smiled to herself with appreciation.She didn’t often invite boys back to her small flat (and when she did it was never just one). But he was worth making an exception for.He kissed her neck from behind, taking a moment to enjoy the natural scent of her. “How are you feeling, Gretchen?”“Sick,” I said. “Nauseous most of the day. It’s been seven weeks since you fucked me at Cinque. I think you got me pregnant right there, the very first time we had sex.”“Probably,” said Jack, smiling. “That was good sex. And your husband was just through the window. That made it more exciting.”“Du bist ein Schweinehund, Grierson,” I said, relapsing into my native German. (You are a pig-dog, Grierson.) “You make me do the vilest things. The very next week after. ”“Oh.” She paused. “And who would that be?”“I can’t say.”“Why?”“Because if you, the most incredible body I have ever been with, are not who I want you to be, I would hurt you, and I don’t want that. Part of my feelings for you have to do with the things we do here, understand? So I need you to tell me who you are. And it’s not fair. You know who I am. That way, if you’re not my dream girl, at least I can pretend you are and not hurt you.”“Gee, thanks.” She ground around on my cock for. She said we will see.Over the next week I kept thinking that she would actually have me castrated just to win Man's contest. The party was getting closer and I commented to her that if she was really going to have me castrated that I'd need time to heal. She very passionately kissed me and said you leave that up to me. She knew I was in a constant state of arousal and she was living it.Then exactly two weeks before the party she told me she needed to work on my costume. I was told to take a hot.