I had seen it in action a couple of times before. I knew there was much more to this and had an inkling what it was but said nothing, waiting for Cynd... to elaborate. As I suspected, she couldn't let the silence drag on and continued:"Nick is going to be my boyfriend. He is going to be with me, whenever we are out of sight of our parents. Or I tell."Cyn sat back and folded her arms with a smirk on her face. Samantha, however, was not simply accepting Cyndi's blackmail and rounded on her. "You have lovely hands," she said, rubbing her fingertips over mine. "Butyour nails are in a shocking state! I'm guessing you bite them whenyou're nervous? And look at those cuticles!"I nodded, unsure what to say. I'd never really cared that much about mynails, and didn't think anyone else would either.Rae stood up and took out her phone, which she used to photograph myhands. Then she reached over to her cart and picked up a white nail file."Don't worry - we'll soon get them looking right," she. God how I am going to get it inside of me? Especially after years of trying to get myself off on your tiny radish? I think that's what I am going to call it from now on. The stumpy radish."I was feeling so bad about underperforming sperm, now she was tweaking my pride and joy, too? Shit, I had an angry hard on, especially from looking at a sweaty Kendra in her bicycle gear. Her ass looked so cute in the form fitting black shorts.I pushed her over the kitchen island."Ooh," she said in startled. In the morning, I jerked off again. Saturday we had no plans and I didn’t phone her or knock on her door. Mid afternoon, I showered and went to the bus depot for a burger with a co-worker. When I got home, the bathroom was occupied, Dam, I really had to piss. My room had a sink, I assumed all the rooms did. I relieved myself in it and ran the water to flush it down properly. I changed into my pj’s and a t-shirt and I was watching tv when there was a soft knock on my door. She was standing there.