And I'm just boppin' along, begging for it, acting like each guy's load was what I had been waiting for my whole life. A lot of stuff came off me and ...ut of me on the floor. I would make this show, not as well as you, baby, but I would put my face in the cum puddles and lick them up, sometimes, if somebody told me to, spit it out and lick it up again. I rolled my face around in the stuff, so it was really all over. Maybe I would do another guy like that, I don't remember, but guys were just. Well, he’d deal with their fucking asses, too.As his walk went on, he started stalking through the halls, his arms akimbo and his face simply daring someone to even look at him. Most just gave him a wide berth – they’d seen ‘enhancement crazy’ before and knew it would eventually pass. Probably.Gunter made it to the gym and was happy to find it empty. He had been told the dangers of working out alone – but he was a trained professional. He’d been a fucking trainer, goddamn it. Those rules didn’t. He stared at me for a moment and then softy said, "I made the mess.I should clean it up." He had a strange look in his eyes as he bent overmy crotch and slowly wiped the cum out of my pubic hair. I gasped slightlyas his towel-covered hand ran slowly over my balls to remove the semen thathad dripped there. Kevin dropped the towel on the floor, still hoveringover my privates, and moved his hand almost to my dick. I really thoughthe would do it. I thought he was going to touch. He was her special friend.After her eighteenth birthday, her mother sat her down for a serious stalk, “Now that you are and adult, your father and I expect you to take a part in the business. You have no ordinary commercial skills just like me. But those can be hired. What we have is more precious and challenging. My beauty and charm has been invaluable to our success and we want you to add even more. From what I hear, you are ready.”Angel looked her mother in the eye, “You mean to have sex.