Telling his superiors that he'd been magically castrated - telling anyone - well, no man could face that without pause. He'd be probed, studied, exami...ned. Treated like a lab animal. And snickered at...Work, too, was reassuring. He was incredibly relieved to confirm that he wasn't looking at other men in a sexual way. Thoughts of Vinicius' appearance had to be quickly stifled for the shivers they brought, but his co-workers were just other guys. Just as happily, he still found women attractive. "Hell, no, I don't blame her," Mable added. "Especially since this wimp isn't exercising his marital rights. I just blame her for settling for an artificial fuck stick that can no more put a baby in that belly than her useless husband. Lemme see your equipment, boy!" What are you talking about, Mother Dunn?" Your baby-making equipment, dammit! Your dick, your cock, your prick, your Johnson, you twerp!" She means we want to see your penis, darling," Ruth tried to explain."Mother! You expect me. Any thought of going slow and trying to make it last vanished with his very first thrust. There was no resisting her constricting, gulping embrace.Aris growled and grunted, once again feeling the burn of his thighs rubbing against her scales, and not caring in the slightest. He pounded his cock into her with every ounce of speed and power he could summon up, mesmerized by the sight of her breasts quivering, the ever-growing ecstasy in her face, and the sound of her loud cries of pleasure. . ’ ‘That’s because he either wants to tweak my nose out of joint or he wants to get into your pants.’ I got a murderous look and she said, ‘And that means I’m going to spread my legs for him? He wants to get in my pants so it is a given that he will? Is that what you are saying to me?’ At that point I realized that anything that I said would only put me deeper in the hole so I turned and walked away from her. That night I left work early and drove home without Bev. She called about ten minutes.