His speed and force still increasing, her screams of orgasm were almost continuous. Drenched in her sweat mixed with his, here eyes totally unfocused,...she cried out in a faltering voice, “Please cum if you can, fill me up. I am almost at the end of my rope.”Hearing that Michael released his mental control of himself, slowed down and soon told her, “Get ready Kel, I am going to cum!” With that, he shot the biggest, most copious quantity of hot semen she had ever felt in her life. She felt his. "That doesn't giveus much time. We'll need to start today." On the contrary," Mr. L said calmly. "There will be plenty oftime. You must trust me on this, Mr. Sherman."Luk could tell Mr. Sherman wasn't used to trusting anyone for anyreason. But the dapper man had no choice. He had been told thatMr. Logan was the one man in the city who could do what he wanteddone. He would have to trust him, no matter what his instinctstold him. He looked at his female companion who gave a nearlyimperceptible. She hadn't wanted to go bigger than that, avowing she liked the "All-American Girl" look. I had stifled a laugh when she told me that, thinking how much our perceptions of "All-American" were changing. Sugar, on the other hand, possessed the kind of fantasy chest that made men's eyes bulge out of their sockets and pre-cum surge like a river.Dianna's eyes glazed over and her breathing became rapid and shallow as she described Sugar's choice of size, the procedure itself, and helping her friend. She dropped her shirt and bra by the toilet and sighed, unbuttoning her jeans while humming to herself. The door opened and she squealed, scrambling for her shirt as she stared wild-eyed up at Diondre, who stood in the opening with his own dark orbs wide in surprise. Her cheeks pinkened and she blinked up at him as he just continued to look at her. “Get out!” she cried and sank onto the closed lid of the toilet, completely unaware that the shirt she clutched barely covered the swell of one.