He immediately knew that he would be punished for spilling the contents of the bald man’s balls as well as talking previously, but as far as he was ...oncerned, there was nothing else he could do. ?Please no more! I can’t take anymore! Let me down!? he demanded. He was hysterical at this point. Tears streamed down his face, head shaking back and forth a he pleaded to the bald man. ?I told you never to talk as well as never spilling a drop of cum,? calmly replied the bald man. The bald man. I parked towards the back of the lot and turned off my car. I clutched the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, my eyes closed, breathing deeply and repeating over and over in my head "just go home". But my brain was flooded with thoughts of my last invigorating visit, and I could feel the familiar wetness creeping up between my thighs. I took one last deep breathe as my hand found the door handle and I got out of my car. Upon entering the well lit and neat fantasy shop, I was. The nervousness she felt at stripping in front of a stranger was now eclipsed, her envy for Holly’s womanly shelf and her embarrassment for her own flat chest replacing it. How could Isaac ever choose her when he had such a busty girl like Holly at his disposal? But refusing to quit, she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside.“Goddammit, I might as well be a third grader,” she muttered in self-loathing. In reply, Holly embraced the small girl. Alice immediately tensed up as her head was. She breaks off and stares at me with those eyes again. She bites her lip. “I need you in me, Charlie, so bad.” “So bad?” I mock. I want her so bad too. “So bad,” she repeats, clawing at my top and forcing it up over my head. Her hands come back down, running over my body and I thought for a moment she was going to cum for a second time, just by looking at it. I’m not a bodybuilder or a gym-freak or anything like that, but I’m not a fucking slob either and I keep in shape. As a result my body is.