Then Nagasedma noticed a much more significant sign, one not coming fromthe man setting in her chair, this one came from the antique mirroragainst the...wall of her station which gave a brief twinkle, not fromlight in the room but from within. Though subtle the naga knew this was important because her mirror wasnot just an heirloom reflecting surface set up to show the clientsgetting their hair styled the end results or to lend a bit of class, itwas an object of power known as the Eye of Iyisso,. I need you, Gavin. I need you to throw me on the bed and fuck the living shit out of me.”Gavin groaned and bent over. “Shit,” he said. “I think it’s a bit late for that now.”Laura looked down at the lump in his pants. He pulled his jacket closed but was too slow. Laura saw a small wet stain spread slowly. “Oh, bollocks! Never mind. Guess I’ll just have to put in some overtime.”“I’m ... I’m sorry. I’ve never ... I mean ... I...”“Gavin? Are you a virgin?”He nodded.“You’ve travelled all over. All worked up with no mention of release. What kind of second-rate erotic author would do that?!”“Whoa, seems like I touched a nerve there, eh. Sorry about that, chief. Guess I just got carried away. I can always rewrite that final part with a killer release scene for you. Which would you prefer ... dropping your wad all over your computer screen, or a nearby picture of your beloved mother?” he joked.“Naw, that’s alright, old man,” I relented. “Let’s just leave it as is and hope the reader. Matron put the tapered end into the bucket and pulled on the handle, which sucked quarts of steaming liquid into the cylinder. Needing no orders, the nurses whipped the blanket off Anne and pivoted the chair forward, off the box, so Anne found herself staring at the floor, supported by the strap beneath her breasts. She struggled for breath as Matron pressed hot metal against Anne's shitter hole and forced hot liquid into her bowels. Anne felt as if some wild animal was inside her, struggling.