He had been working on it for nearly two weeks now, and he still couldn't see any way to reverse the process without a great deal of danger to the sub...ect. Nearly every day, Paul would journey to his lab to see if any progress had been made. Paul could never quite hide his disappointment when Michael told him he hadn't made the breakthrough that day.As Michael expected, Quince was watching his horses. He turned as Michael approached. "There you are, Doctor. I need you to do a little job for. Isn’t that right, Shannon? And remove my egg, you won’t be needing it anymore.”My mouth suddenly dry, I managed to choke out a reply, tears threatening to well up as I unsnapped my garter and wiggled out of my soggy panties, my swollen labia parting for her, my arousal blatantly obvious. Humiliation swept through me as I reached up inside myself and removed the vibrating egg, my arousal dripping from it, coating my fingers as well. Unsure of what to do with it, I lay it on top of my discarded. She kept moving up and down on my shaft and increased her pace. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. Her eyes closed and she ground her pussy on my cock as I reached up to play with her small tits. She slid a hand into her panties and I saw her fingers playing with her clit as her thighs pumped her up and down."Oh, oh, oh, oh" she panted in quick short breaths. I thought she was about to come when she stopped and moved up off my cock."I'll be right back," she said with a pant, and she. It was rhythmic sound. There were frantic moans that were deliberately hushed. He slowed down, sensed the direction – and tiptoed. The moans and grunts became louder, but only slightly – and then he found that he was in cluttered storage area filled with earthen amphoras and bronze statues from distant Rome that were gathering dust. All statues were of well endowed men, or of buxom women – in different states of lovemaking. The moans and grunts were coming from an adjacent room. A brick wall.