" How sure are you about that baby?" George asked as he finished typing something into his records and turned to give Mary a broad smile."Pretty sure,... Mary said with a shrug. "I have enough of the usual symptoms to make me pretty sure that I'm carrying Kenny's baby, but I haven't had an actual pregnancy test yet." Then I guess we'll start with that. Let me see your finger," George finished as he held out his hand. Mary tried not to flinch as George pricked his finger and let a drop of blood. What the hell?" you mutter, leaning forward to peer out the window at the dark, deserted street, sparkling with jewels of false hope after the evening's short rain."We're here." We're where, exactly?" Club." I do not see any damn club!"I lean forward and point out the window at a sign across the street. Sporadically lit by a border of blinking blue lights, its faded paint reads 'DUKE's FREE HOUSE: Beer, Blues, Best Fried Chicken.'"When you said you were taking me out to a club, I thought you. My balls were large, to match my prick, almost avocado-like. My left testicle hung lower than the right, as always, adding to the intimidating, unrefined look of my manhood.I had been keeping my wiry, salt-and-pepper pubic hair trimmed back ever since I had initiated Christina's "punishments," in order to make my cock seem larger still. Every added sense of size contributed to Christina's alarm upon its almost ritualistic presentation, and every bit of size contrast whenever I laid it against. “Fuck, Tessa,” I moaned. “That feels just so nice, you got me burning.”You kept doing that for a while, playing with my balls with one hand while holding my cock in the other. It felt amazing.“Just keep doing that,” I sighed. “I love this feeling.”“Don’t cum though!” you exclaimed, breaking off what you were doing for just a moment.“I love this too much,” I said. “I won’t cum. Besides, I want to fuck your wet little cunt.”“Mmmm,” you mumbled with my cock still in your mouth.I am not sure how.