" The doctor gave them astern look. She seemed to think the issue over. After letting themsweat for a moment, she continued. "I would like to know why... you are going through this elaboratecharade, before I make my decision." "I want to be able to help some people with my ability to inducecustom MORFS. But if word got out about my ability, I wouldn't lastten minutes. If I wasn't killed by hysterical morf haters, I wouldend up strapped down in some government lab or something, right nextto my. Debbie would leave her bra or bikini in my bathroom for me to use as encouragement to please myself. Each time, she would walk into my bedroom to watch me pump my cock for a few minutes until I blew a load into her bra or bikini top. She became more bold as the days went on, wearing her little bikini's by the pool, sometimes thong bikini bottoms for me to notice that she was smooth and wet. She would come into my room when she expected me to be stroking myself after my shower, and when I. ."Kim knew he was just trying to make a point, but she had enough. Shewhipped her left hand over his hands where they hold her shirt,effectively trapping them. She punched to the stomach and chest with herright hand, then reached back and slapped the side of his face. Shetwisted around and swept his feet out with her right leg as she pivoted,and let the weight of him pull her down, since she still has his handstrapped. As she fell, she leaned into him with her fist poised for thestrike. He ends. Finally, I asked something which had been bothering me.“Shaunda,” I started “we met on a night when I was pretty tanked, too tanked to even remember your name. I’m kind of surprised you still would talk to me after seeing me that way.”Shaunda chuckled. "That evening, you were a perfect gentleman," she said "even though you were pretty hammered. You asked me nicely to dance, didn't have your hands over me, and told me I was pretty. I figured any guy who was that nice when he was drunk must.