"Ready, stage two," Dr. Henry finally announced. "We will now begin low-level orgone production, one-fourteen. We ask that you stay relaxed, and react...naturally to the stimulus, but please refrain from orgasming." Uh... you mean you don't want me to cum?" Ben asked."Affirmative. The facilitator has been trained to closely observe your physiosexual reactions, and we will be monitoring you from here as well, in order to prevent such an occurrence. However, we would appreciate your co-operation in. The sound of Lacy’s film cheeks slapping against Layla’s body began to echo throughout the room, doubtless able to be heard by anyone passing by and intermingling with each of their unique moans, Lacy’s high pitched and and breathy, Gia’s low and needy, Layla’s muffled by the thick wet cock held between her lips.They moved in such perfect unison that to a viewer it would have looked practiced, each one lost in a world of pleasure that was unique to themselves, the sensations mounting to new. She loosed a drawn-out sigh, one of the few vocalizations that Schaffer had ever heard her make, then tugged at his hair again as if to urge him on. It hurt a little, but it tickled his scalp in a way that he liked. He felt oddly compliant, rubbing his cheek against her leg, breathing hot air on her swollen loins as they dripped strands of glistening fluid. Her fur was like velvet on his skin, and as he drew closer, the sweet smell of her musk filled his nose. Her womanly scent was stronger. I was sobered up by the thought. I broke it off (or at least took a break from his ever hard cock) with my boyfriend because I knew he would not be anything more than drunken sex everyday.I was about to find out what it was going to take less effort to pass than I expected. I was wearing my tight black skinny jeans with the rips and a studded belt with a black shirt that showed off my left arm tattoo sleeve that I had done on my eighteenth birthday (also the day I told my family I was gay). .