“They all just need to get their dicks sucked in public. Where they can’t pretend that they’re not being sucked. And half of them by men, since ...robably half of them are secretly gay, oui?” Fleur winked at me as she proposed such a radical solution.“I can definitely picture the reaction to that image. At least half would be headed to divorce court, the other half to very changed marriages, in any case, whatever else happened. I noticed that you didn’t call them ‘cocks,’ incidentally. Any reason. You can imagine my shock when I spied my new step-mother bending over the commode in the guest bathroom in the basement of our split-level home. I loved that ugly house even more than taking it in my rear door from some strange biker ape with rough hands. I remembered distinctly that it had a God-awful load of extra bedrooms and little hidden corners where a girl could do things she didn’t want to advertise on TV.We all had our own private bedrooms and I suspected it was because Daddy Billy Bob. ”She used to laugh at that and say”yes brother and your dick is like chocolate candy and every time my hands and mouth wants to have fun with it.”This time she was really looking hot…the bell ranged and I was expecting didi to be there…I opened the door and no surprise she was much sexier than previous time I met her…her top was showing the big and sexier boobs ever …and her bottom was barely covering her ass…her thighs were so sexy that I couldn’t resist…I was wearing a short without any. If the equipment was too bulky for my fairly small isolation room, the tests were done in my anteroom. As one example, a simple treadmill/ECG/breathing mask setup. The sort of thing any serious sports facility could have, but which was presumably obtained especially to test my physiology when running.Only very rarely was I taken out of my Isolation Suite, and that was only when the equipment involved was too large to fit through the somewhat wider than normal doorways this place used everywhere.