"I feel you likin' it. I feel you jerkin' in my hand. Such a beautiful, hard, sweet little dick. It gets so big. How does it get so big from being so ...little?" I like you making it big," I managed to whisper back, but only after fighting for the breath to say it. I took a deep breath and gasped brazenly, "I like watchin' you watch me."Her eyes rose, surprised and please that I was joining her in this hypnotic whirl. "I'm so glad you like this. Want me to suck you some more?" Yeah, it feels so. “Here’s a present for you. It’s a recording of almost the whole evening. Show your wife. It may be good for both of you.”“Is there any way my wife could meet you? I know it wasn’t part of the deal, but when she sees this, I know she'll want to talk to you.”Diane smiled and gave him a hug. “Freddy, you are a gem. I did think there might be guys who would want to follow up, and I knew I couldn’t rule out the possibility, so I bought a burner phone for exactly that reason. There’s one thing you. ”“Let’s just say that you’re now on my ‘insurance plan’,” Jasmine replied. “I think we should put a note out to have your shoulder examined.”Morales reached to catch her arm before she could head for the door. “Look, Babe. The shoulder really is better. I must not have hurt it as badly as I thought I had.”Jasmine stood looking at him. “Or,” she said, drawing out the word, “you’re lying to me.”“I’m not. Look, Jas, that enhancement thing seems to be working. Diana said we would heal much faster. “Now. You can wear your spunk-stained shirt on your way home, and it can act as a reminder that if I ever hear so much as a rumour that you have said something horrible to anyone in this office, let alone been taking pictures or videos of them, then you know the consequences.”She allowed his shirt to fall to the floor.Graeme Newsome stood, red-faced, gasping for breath and sweating from his exertions as Miss Wilson walked over to the table where she picked up the metal cock cage. She wondered.