Even then, she could feel several strands of spermatic fluid slip into her esophagus, and disappear down into her belly.Even then, she could feel several strands of spermatic fluid slip into her esophagus, and disappear down into her belly. "Damn!" she thought, "there's more wasted." She got up to her feet , and ignoring the looks of the crowd, went over to the mirror on the wall of the room to check herself out. The sight she saw jolted her out of her reverie. Looking back at her from the mirror was a woman with sperm-splotched hair, a cum-spotted face, and lips that compressed about a thin line of white. Her cheeks were swollen out like she had mumps. A small, thin line of semen ran from the hollow of her neck down the upper slope of one firm breast to bead at the erect and swollen nipple. She looked at her own reflection with longing. Turning about quickly, she walked over to the long, expensive looking dining table that graced one side of the room. She judged it's height to be just about right. Motioning the line of men to follow her, she climbed up on the table, gesturing for a piece of paper and something to write with. |