Right now I am the kind of full that either makes your cock swell with the threat of dubiously mature ejaculation, or shrivel in fear of the pleasure ...elow it. Today I stay strong, though. Hard, I mean. The blood is pumping into my shaft with such fervor that I appear ready to burst at any moment. I’m not certain that I’ve defeated the weak orgasm boiling inside of me, and it must show, because the Machine has prepared the tools to collect what it extracts just in case. BP: 170/108 . The door opened and he stood in front of me. He looked amazing, beautiful blue eyes and dark hair cut short but styled messy, but I could tell he was thinner than when I had seen him last and his face looked drawn. He had comfy clothes on, a baggy old t-shirt and ripped jeans, but still looked really good to me. I thought I saw a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes as he first saw me but it soon turned to a look that was more disinterested than anything else. My heart sank, and then he spoke,. " So, you are going back again then? At least one more time?" he saidpicking up a glass and starting to polish it with a small towel. "Atleast once more," Marcus said taking another sip. Carl finishedpolishing the glass and held it up to the light to check before he putit back in the rack. "You said that last time too, you know." That I did", Marcus replied putting down the glass and watching the icebob as it dissolved into his drink. Carl looked around the room andseeing no one needed him at. Even now, she couldn't believe how it had happened. She went over the process of events in her mind.It had started when she got rejected for the scholarship that she needed for her education. She desperately wanted to go to college and become a successful woman, but she couldn't afford it. Well, thankfully, her older brother was a computer whiz. He showed her how she could hack the system and get herself a scholarship. So she enrolled at the university, agreeing to pay, and formulating her.