They must be the size of tennis balls! How much cum would balls like that manufacture? Enough to impregnate a dozen women, for sure.She pictured thick... ropey ribbons of hot white cum shooting from that colossal cock, enough to drench a woman's face, breasts, and hair. She visualized herself kneeling reverently before this boy and worshiping his colossal penis with her mouth and hands until he erupted all over her face—an image, as she sat in her office recalling it, that nearly triggered her. Her bedroom was a small narrow space, just enough room for the things she needed. In addition to her sleep chamber, there was a bed for ordinary sleep. The mattress was barely more than large enough for her to lay on. Across from the bed was a closet that held an emergency spare suit, some personal items, and a few ordinary clothes. She had less outfits than a primitive that didn't know binary could count on one hand.Currently she was dressed in her functional space suit. A bulky collar circled. “So, what did you tell them on Monday?”“They were informed that I expected them to accept significant pay cuts to help cover the expected shortfall,” Phil said. “As you can imagine from the outcome, 18 of the executive vice presidents refused.”“So you fired them,” the writer finished.“No,” Phil said. “Their compensation was stated in their contracts. I could not compel them to lower it except voluntarily. They were dismissed for violating various clauses of their contract.”“Can I ask what. That quickly she had agreed to take his organ up her love hole! Wow! Susie, Susie! Unfaithful wife? But be sensible, Susie, it's no more an infidelity than what you're doing, massaging his horny organ while he twiddles your clit.Having put that from her mind, the question remaining was her own body's state of receptivity. The wet pulls of her vagina did feel eager, and she wondered how long that had been going on.She kissed her way to Phil's ear and whispered, "When you were kissing my behind.