By now, my free arm was as tired and feeble as a girls, and they justwaved it away. Now, the muscle man's cock swelled, and I felt and tastedhot sperm...in my mouth and throat. I was gagging on it as he pulled out,clamped his hand over my mouth, and said, "Don't you dare spit it outbitch." He forced my head back, and massaged my throat downward, anddespite gagging and trying to spit, his improbably large load slid rightdown my throat, "Good girl," he said, wiping his dick clean on my face,getting. " I smiled, "You just knew huh?" He chuckled, "It happens when you share a birthday." These words fell quietly from his lips as he leaned in to kiss me. This kiss was different than any other, full of longing. His arms locked tightly around my waist as the kiss became more heated. His tongue slid eagerly into my mouth the moment he had the chance. His fingers brushed lightly along the exposed skin of my collarbone, as they tugged down the strap of my tanktop. I pulled away, my head spinning and. My own tit-meat is already throbbing as it is bulging over the obscenely tiny metal rings my dear sister has left me with, and I can only image how she feels. Next is a pair of rubber castration bands fastened around the base of each nipple, to get the little nubs all nice and swollen up.Thus prepared we proceed to the main event. Armed with a quiver of medical needles, we mercilessly attack each other’s distended nipples. I quickly push three needles into her left one and enjoy Anna’s low moan. “Having fun you two?” Anthony asked, his hands in his pocket.“He threatened to pee on me.” Pat answered.“How come the little punk gets the couch and you’re sleeping on the floor?” Anthony asked.“Because the ‘little punk’ threatened to pee on me.” Pat responded to his question.“And I still gotta pee…” I said, quickly springing up, and running out the back door to the bathroom.“Damnit.” I said out loud to myself looking into the mirror. What did I just get myself into? I don’t know anything about.