”“What the Professor is trying to say ladies, is that the men in this study group have cocks of varying sizes. We have seen some really small ones..., no more than four inches, wouldn’t you say Professor?”The Professor stood up and clicked up another slide. “Yes my dear.”“Right up to a whopping ten-incher, that was quite some job fitting that up Mrs Cathcart’s pussy, don’t you remember Professor?”They all looked up at the screen and saw before them a graph showing the relative size of penises so. Think of it that way and you won't go wrong. Oh, and let Carlos and me do most of the talking, of course, but you'll get your chance too, I promise." To say what?" All in good time, Simone. You'll know when the time comes. Now, it'll be mostly females in the nest, maybe a hundred percent, sometimes a couple of the boys come along but sometimes they don't, too. I told you yesterday, the mature females, the mothers they call them, look considerably different that what you've got used to the past. The tone of the message was inconsistent with Martin's previous messages, but you decided that you couldn't pass up the opportunity for adventure. So you replied that you would arrive by bus, and set about cancelling your weekend plans for cheerleading practice and a date you had agreed to with a sweet boy from your church youth group. The message from Martin was to bring the bikini, and that a "black man" would be at the bus station to pick you up.You had never met a black man before, and were. “You know what you promised boy. You promised that ifyou could marry the cunt, you’d share! You said you’dshare! That’s the only reason we let you get married.Now you just better convince that little whore tospread those God damned legs for us whenever we want.You got one month to talk the bitch into it. And boy, Iwant her asshole opened too. I love fucking tight youngass, as you already know!” I was beating his upturned ass hard now and it wasstreaked and welted.