I recognized her voice - Irene Ward, my brother's current boy toy, was moaning how Ken doesn't seem as interested in her, now that he took her cherry....hen, Sherry Hasting asked, "Is he even WORTH staying with?"Irene said, "Well, I guess so. When he did it for me, he gushed so much of that clear stuff (precum) that there was very little pain, and he had plenty of spunk left at the end."The grass having taken effect, Sherry sarcastically asked, "How do you KNOW how much he had left - did you. Very good, slut. What a horror! You have two hours. I'll be out running errands. I want all that hair removed before I come back. Send me another pic when you're done. I want it smooth and bare, and no nicks or cuts, so do a good job. I blinked, read it again. I glanced at the clock and then back at the phone. Two hours. I looked down between my legs, imagining haw it would look, how it would feel. What Mitch would say! Oh, my God, what will he think? What will I tell him? The phone chirped. .pouty."Well, we can call it a day if you like, the guys are heading home," I offered."Could I bring my car in and see what's leaking before we go home?" she asked.I looked at my watch -almost five-thirty - before answering and looked up to see her giving me a pouty face and puppy-dog eyes.Those lips, those eyes... "Yeah, sure. Bring it in and we will take a look."She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek."You're the best, Big Guy," she giggled as she ran to the parking lot.With the car on the. It was almost too scary to even look at the monster when she lathered it up with her jellied lubricant because she had never been able to take the entire length without reneging on her intent.Nickolai was a different matter entirely.Once he managed to gain purchase inside her entryway, she knew that all decisions in the matter of her humiliation was completely out of her hands and that she had to take whatever he decided to dish out to her for his pleasure. It was just like his artistic designs.