"Enough to keep you begging for more, David. But you only get one at a time, and only when I want to see you sweat a little while I get you hard." On ...he last word she clenched my cock as tightly as she could, holding it, watching me with amusement as I tried to delay spewing every drop I had into her tense, clutching belly."But maybe now you'd rather hear about Michael and me..." she teased, afraid I wouldn't last until she fed me the rest of her story."He owns a rental house, just outside the. They are not weak. They do not give in, surrender, oryield. They defy and rebel by genetic command.Testosterone. Men are grand-scale sperm cells, swimmingagainst the current, writhing with insuppressible forceagainst the odds to the elusive egg. Testosterone.Muscle. Power. Ironically, Terrence would have been the scrawniest wimpto succumb to these stereotypes all his life. And,ultimately, he would have let himself down: would’veseen himself flag and flail in the face of the Herculesmyth. I wanted to climax. God, I needed my own release. I was responding to his touch.“Gary, you are turning me on so much. I want you so bad. Can you get another condom tonight?”Gary nodded.“I want to take you inside me again tonight. Would you make love to me tonight? I want you to fuck me…if you want to that is….I want you inside me so badly….will you fuck me again?”I could see Gary’s penis start to grow firmer again as I spoke. Gary liked hearing me beg to be fucked…..and he seemed very willing. "I would be more fun if we took him back to our place," Cassandra commented with a secretive grin that I would learn a lot about in the future to come."Then can someone tell me what's really happening?" I begged."Of course, Master," they both chimed together, sounding an awful like a particular television Jeannie I'd long wished to know on a personal level.They quickly dressed themselves (darn!) and told me the only thing I needed to bring was myself and their control boxes. That was easy.