X, whoever he was, would give that tape to her parents. She wasn't taking any chances. Tony drove off into the night and Jan finally went back to the ...ame and waited for her parents to come get her. She finally got home and she knew that Saturday would be another day for MR. X.It had been a full week now. Only three weeks left. It seemed like it would be an eternity. But in bed that night, Jan thought about how good she had felt every time she had cum. She had never really touched herself. I still had my shoes on. I could literally be out of there in a matter of seconds. So why wasn’t I moving?Why the fuck aren’t you moving?Maybe it was because of how hard my dick was, or maybe it was because of how heavy my balls were. Maybe it was the thick mist of arousal swirling around me, or maybe it was the way he said, “don’t move”. Like a dare. Like a promise. His words, his voice, had snaked their way around my limbs and bound me just as surely as if he’d used rope. So, you see, I. "You know, it's amazing that you've never seen magnified images of sperm before, especially considering how much you like it." Jennifer blushed. "That's something I plan to rectify." Another thought occurred to Carlos. "Why mine?" he asked. "What's wrong with your own?" As a transsexual, Jennifer thought that maybe her system contained too much estrogen. Maybe the hormone had affected her sperm. She'd prefer to have Carlos' semen under her microscope. If his sperm were anything like his cock. The flash of Steve's camera lit up the room as I undid Clive's trousers, lowering them over his hips revealing a pleasing mound in a pair of black, silk boxer shorts. " Mmm so very nice," my left hand caressed the growing bump as he stepped from his trousers, " how big does it get babe?" Clive gave a nervous laugh, " Not as big as some I've seen you with! Hope I don't disappoint," " I'm sure you will be just fine." Clive's hand went around my back easily unfastening the clasp on my bra, I moved.