‘Erica,’ said Biff, ‘Mister Big is offering to block your random orgasm stimulator temporarily if you agree to accept a permanent lisp. You have...sixty seconds to decide.’ Dammit. This one was tougher. I wasn’t getting that many random orgasms a day…chances are I wouldn’t get one now. But if I did…no, I didn’t really have a choice. It would take only one ill-timed random and I was a permanent bimbo. ‘Alright. I accept the deal,’ I said. ‘Mister Big…Erica has accepted the deal!’ Stupid game show.. . " Janet just looked at him steadily, "I'd say you would have about a fifty percent chance of surviving to five years, at which time we would consider you cured." Fifty percent. No, doctor, I'm going to keep my baby. Even if I were prepared to kill it, I wouldn't on a fifty percent chance of surviving myself."Erica was born in September and although they started treatment on Janet as soon as they could, she died in November. I felt as though part of my heart had been cut out. Perhaps ... I. I've caused them heartache and worry. I was a normal teenager. But I've survived. I have a good reputation.I have a better imagination.I've realised fairly recently that I like to masturbate. A lot. The images I have in my mind are extreme when compared to most people. 'Being made love to' is not my sole desire. I do desire romance and I want it desperately, but that's not all. I want more. Much more. I don't want sex to take five minutes. I'm quite sure a five-minute fuck could be. By now, Katie’s pussy was flooding with a thick, warmflow of juices created by her insatiable passion. Shewas thrusting up at me as I sunk my cock down into her.I could tell she’d lost all her inhibitions and wantednothing more than to feel my cock pulsing inside her,releasing a powerful torrent of warm juices and Iwasn’t far from granting her, her wish.“Katie…” I moaned. “…I’m getting close, baby. I’mgonna cum soon.”Katie, for.