He was wearingshorts and a t-shirt, but his body was shaped very differently than ithad been. The shorts were cinched around his narrower waist with a...belt, but his hips were wider as were his thighs. His legs were shaved.And when he turned around to say good morning, his nipples pushed outhis t-shirt like a pubescent girl's. Otherwise, he was Michael. Sameface, same broad shoulders.He obviously saw me checking him out, and he stood there with butter onhis knife for a moment before grinning. I now felt a bit weird and thought back to that lovely innocent girl I met in hospital just five weeks ago.As the guys stood over her wanking they would tell her to lean back and she would then look up at them as they came all over her face and hair in succession. I lost count how many came over her but it seemed to go on forever. She was literally dripping with sperm and her face took on a glossy wet look and I could see the cum dripping from her chin and running down her slender neck onto her. ."His voice sounded harsh."What are you doing," he said, "You want Glen between your legs, is that what you want? Because that's what you'll get if you keep leading him on..."I shook my head slowly, smiling."I said I'd take him if I needed but I want you Carlton ... and I'm here waiting ... but you're just standing there."His muscles tensed as I hoped. I wanted him to crave me as badly as I did him. I knew a wildness existed inside of him that I wanted unleashed, and not feel guilty about that.. "Ah, that's better. Damn things cut off the circulation to my toes. That's also why I had Mike put on that performance. Just to see what you would do." Carol sat stunned. Mort leaned forward in the chair. "Has Mike ever done that to you before?"The thought brought Carol out of her stare. "No." she answered. "Never. Usually he reads the paper and then watches TV." Mort held his arms out to the side, smiled and sat back in the chair. Carol continued. "How do you plan to do this for me?" I'm glad.