"Recovering, I guess."She walked up to me and started looking at the staples on my skull, probing and prodding them with her latex-clad fingers. "Thes... are looking good," she says. "We should be able to take them out in about a week." It's a date," I sighed.She blushed, and winked at me. "So, like, coffee and staple removal? Or dinner?" She giggled. "That's not a real date!" She stuck her lower lip out in a pout.I gave her a strange look. "Do you want a real date?" This was one of the. Her fingers fluttered down the hard sticky shaft, lightly squeezing the metal cockring that tightly cinched the root, its twin around his ballsac now jammed tightly against it, as his nuts tightened in preparation. They made him wear it to keep him hard, frustratingly on edge, constantly. The second ring kept his ballsac swinging low and painful, and made cumming more difficult, since it couldn't fully retract. "Why do they make you wear this?" she whispered. The prefuck squirting regularly. "Looks like you need a bigger bathing suit to hold your nice cock in baby," he said with a sexy smile. "Sorry," I blushed. "I can't help it." "Nothing to be sorry about," he said, while taking my hand and placing it on my throbbing cock. "Stroke it for me you sexy little showoff. I want to watch you jack off in your little bikini." He kept his hand on mine for the first few strokes, then backed off and started unzipping his pants while I let him watch me jack off. He was wearing a tool belt of. Gonna... gonna spray it out!" Joe panted.Sister Dominic braced herself. She had read enough about intercourse, about the powerful jets of cum that sprayed from a man. She knew it would gag her, possibly even drown her if she didn't swallow all his seed. The young nun felt as if she were crawling on the floor of hell, creeping through slime as Joe began making loud grunting sounds. And then he pulled his cock from her mouth, holding the meaty, double-lobed head in one hand while fondling his.