‘It’s like your body is slipping through a screen or something.’ He shuddered. ‘But you have to do it to get around. I can’t open doors or a...ything.’ ‘That sounds like it sucks.’ ‘You get used to it.’ He said. ‘So, where have you been all this time.’ I asked. ‘How come it took you so long to find me?’ ‘Shit bro, I didn’t even know you were alive until a few weeks ago. I thought you croaked in the explosion too.’ Sal told me. ‘Mostly I’ve been hanging out at my house watching over Jenny. But. Finally, she rested and looked at me. “Did you come?” she asked. “Not yet” I replied with strain in my voice. “What do you want me to do?” she queried. I got on my knees and looked down at my cock which was still in her. I pulled it out and gently began to rub against her pussy lips. Looking at me, she reached around and under her legs and began to massage my testicles while she stroked to top of my cock with two wet fingers. I moved my shaft up and down between her lips and they wrapped. The coffee ritual was just an update on what had been discussed but there was no hiding the evidence that Isabella was rather thrilled to be with Omo for the constant finger squeezing was very noticeable. “Well I am off” Rick said. “I have a lunch appointment with on old friend”.“Male or female?” he was asked. He just grinned but all knew that it would be a woman.Isabella followed the same programme she had done when she first met Rick, Omo was invited for a light lunch, naturally he accepted. Your sorry and spent masculinity displayed in a jar, it’s humiliating arrival there discussed with much pleasure at many a social gathering by the new owner.” Creed’s yearning to masturbate increased on witnessing the masterful cruelty of the woman, and the mutual pleasure shown by Lumsden in his masochism, his cock rigid at the promise of it being used to perpetuate the cutting humiliation of his total surrender to womanhood long after his death at their hands. Agnes’s next line had both Creed.