Even amidst all this, it was still my cock that was the focus of my physical agony.I couldn't tell how much time passed, likely untold hours, as I dri...ted in and out of cohesive consciousness. As far as I could tell, the dripping flow of the "shake" never stopped. I had to swallow mouthfuls of it down, over and over.Though a corner of my vision, I saw that Miss and Rebecca had returned. I wondered if it was a hallucination at first, but a second strained look convinced me that what I was seeing. Then I strapped on the holster rig and walked over to check on Mendez.As soon as he saw me standing over him, Mendez started cussing me for all he was worth. He was sitting with his back against the wall by then, gingerly trying to remove his shoe. Mendez was pallid from shock, and bleeding right smartly. He'd live though, and with the medical care here in the future, he would probably be good as new in a few days. Not that it mattered to me, because I thought a little suffering was what. That morning...I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my husband would be pleasant and say, 'Happy Birthday, ' and possibly have a small present for me.As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone 'Happy Birthday.'I thought ... well, that's marriage for you, but the kids ... they will remember.My kids came bouncing down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for the office I felt pretty low and somewhat dejected.As I walked into my office, my handsome boss, Rick,. Looking down at him, Laura said, "can you scoot down a bit?"He obeyed, tucking his arms in between her legs and scooting his head down to the bottom of Christy's pillow. He now looked straight up at her, from her clit to the bottom swell of her breasts to her face framed perfectly between them. "Like this?" He asked."Perfect," Laura said, shifting her weight from knee to knee to finalize her position. "Now say ahh."Charlie inhaled the scent of Laura's sex. This too was subtly different from.