At first it was pretty tame. I would put the key in an old junk drawer and stay locked up for a week or two and then ceremoniously go get the key and ...then jerk myself silly. I played with putting it in more difficult places and trying to forget where I left it but after a proper amount of time I always unlocked my dick. I got really drunk once at home and hid the key but I was so pissed when I found it accidentally after only a week. I left it in a storage locker at an airport 900 miles away.. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”I looked at our hands and smiled then said, “I’ve always wanted a sister I could hold hands with and talk to like this. And no I’m not hurt. I’m fine.” In the distance, I heard some barking. I flinched, “Can we go someplace high up that dogs can’t get to me. Just in case those chemicals haven’t worn off. I don’t feel like being taken advantage of by dogs out in the open.”Twenty minutes later, one of the boys from the Genetic Manipulation program came out he. The Intensive Care Unit is the kind of hell that only good intentions can create. If you think being clean is important, then this place may cure you of that. The light is constant and clear, making everyone so alert and ready for anything that it is exhausting to sit in. And then there is the noise, the constant shush and suck of breathing machines, the beep of monitors and over that the almost inaudible whine of fluorescent lights.In the middle of all this was Candy, though it would be hard. . and those knockers! Derek grew erect justthinking about them. How would it feel to actually own them?He bristled at the alien thought, trying to put it out of his mind. Derekstuck out his hand to cement the wager, and they shook on the deal. "Let's get started!" she commanded. "Good idea!" he grinned lecherously at her. Derek grabbed her in hisarms, communicating, non-verbally that he had something else entirely inmind. It was the bulge in his pants that said all that needed to be said . ..