"Bianca's face is beet red. She calls her hormone castrated penis a clitnow. She plays with it all the time. And it's the first thing I punish.A shock...! A long wail. She's shuddering, violently. Babbling, she soundsinsane. She's cumming, her jeweled fingers pump away. A pathetic trickleof sperm dribbles form the still flaccid penis. It stains her panties.Later, Bianca will be proud of that stain, at how passionate sheis."Yes, Ma'm. I did. My panties are totally soaked ... Yes, Ma'm. I promisenot. There was a small park right below her apartment building, currently empty, and then the residential street on which cars kept passing occasionally. Further across the road was another apartment building, with some of its windows lighted up, but most of the windows had shades drawn across them. She could not see anybody at the moment. Caitlin dutifully reported all of this down the phone, while she remained standing, exposed at her large living room window. The mystery man continued with his. As my peak rose towards its finished he asked that famous question, “Pull out?”“You better not!” was all I said and I immediately felt his thrusts change followed by a baby-making warm gush deep inside. I came too, clenching that delightful male shaft over and over as I moaned.Oh, good. He was staying inside. I kissed him and whispered, “You felt how much I needed that. And I need more too.”He raised up and asked, kind of worried, “You are on birth control, I hope.”I smiled and teased him, a. But will responding quickly somehow expose my weird desires, will Jenny think less of me, will she tell Chloe? Oh shit.My dilemma was solved by Jenny not waiting for an answer, whilst I was debating she’d crawled up the bed, opened her pants and pushed her cock into my face. I made the decision and opened my mouth.The feeling is difficult to describe, her cock was still soft, the skin felt like the softest, most expensive calf-skin glove, as her cock hardened it was like the glove filling up..