Pandora's Boxxx: The Michael Biancho Series, #3

By Charles Raspa

This book takes a turn in Michael Biancho's life. A beautiful young executive assistant with a pwoerful background comes to work with Michael at his firm Holden, Tate and Smith. She is incredibly gorgeous but totally naive to how men see her. Michael uses this distraction to help close the biggest deal ever in the firms history pulling down multi million dollar fees. Michael decides aa celebration is in order and he rents out the Borgata in Atlantic City to do just that. Of course nothing goes as planned and again a series of twisted, depraved, sick murders interrupt the festivities. It's all Michael can do to stay alive during the wave of murder that again comes into his life. This book is GRAPHIC. It is sexual, funny, twisted but will again keep you in suspense as you move through to the twist at the end. Try and figure out who the killer is as you move rapidly through the pages.....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charles Raspa
• Release date: Sep 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516310838

Charles Raspa

Charles Raspa, 51, is a divorced father of two. He spent almost 25 years with his wife until they went their seperate ways. He currently has a girlfriend and after spending 17 years in Morganville New Jersey has recently moved back to Staten Island New York where he grew up.....

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First and foremost, I want to thank Gabrielle D’Errico for the box for the cover art.  I met Gabrielle at a local art fair and we became friends. Though she lives up In Massachusetts, we kept up our friendship through Facebook. I have bought pieces of her beautiful glass art work and advise all of my readers to check out her work at Second Story Studios or her Facebook page. She is a true artist and has beautiful glass designs that she crafts into plates, bowls, necklaces and other forms.

~Thank you Gabrielle for coordinating with me.

Mostly, I would like to thank my father. He wasn’t a person you would consider well-spoken, though he did try. He was laid off from his job at Met-Life in 1981 and that started a backward spiral for over twenty years. Through his depression and what to this day I believe was his back slide into his manic phase, he still was always a good hearted soul who wouldn’t hurt a fly. He never took his anger out on his kids or his wife and always wanted what was best for us. If he could see now what I have created, I believe he would be proud of my accomplishments. My own back slide started at the age of 47, but thankfully I have powered through it and I think have come out on the other side, I believe a better person.

~Thank you Dad, I do love and miss you.......

The Beginning

The killer needed a fix. It had been a long time since the last one. The last one was one to cherish and remember as it took months after the body was found to identify him if only there was a memory attached. No head, fingers and the DNA was so charred from the fire that the forensic guys looked at the teeth, one problem, they were all missing too. Apparently they were pulled when the poor kid was still breathing. It was in the papers so finding out information wasn’t hard. The papers kept it on the front page for four days; it must have been a slow news week. Finally a smart coroner re-performed the autopsy and realized the appendix of the kid was missing and there were two missing persons cases that had suffered appendicitis.   The victim was determined to be a young male. Of the missing person cases one was an eighteen year old and the other was forty seven so it was obvious who the kid was. His parents were devastated.

The killer showed up at the funeral and sincerely mourned with the rest of the people in attendance some of which the killer knew and others that were strangers. It was no matter because of the fire started after the murder any possible evidence evaporated with the four hundred degree flames. The fire was helped by a huge amount of gas and paint thinner thrown on just to make the victim a little more flammable.

The killer truly didn’t remember any of this. At the end of the day the killer simply thought that for a period of time sleep had occurred and then waking with no remembrance of anything in between. When the killer had been interviewed by the police there was no level of understanding of why the interview had taken place at all except both people walked in similar circles. Apart from that the killer would have easily passed a lie detector test with no problem as recollection of the event and others previous did not exist.

But now the urges that were hidden in normal life had popped up again and new thoughts strode around in the killers body ready to fulfill the current need to complete the circle. In NY the murder rate had declined from previous years and a non gang related or spousal related killing were even more uncommon now then say twenty years ago. That didn’t bother the killer. The eventual victim would be buried somewhere and would not be brought into the light for years. As a matter of fact the killer had identified a part of Central Park where maybe a body could be buried and pedestrians didn’t venture there and a shovel could hide someone there for many years as long as the ditch was deep enough that no dogs or other animals would be able to sniff it out. Either that or some form of deception to throw the police off. It didn’t really make much difference because that was only one part of the killers brain that was seeing that, the other part was functioning like any other ordinary person totally oblivious to the devious side. The time to strike was approaching rapidly and when the killer was ready someone in this big city would cease to exist, it’s the way it was pure and simple. Funny thing was that in regular day to day life no one including the killer itself would suspect a thing........

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Living the Life

Michael was having a blast. He had spent the last few months making the talk show rounds and living life to the fullest. The last two trips had ended in murder and mayhem and Michael was lucky to be the only person alive after each encounter. No vacations and no trips except for him and Cheryl with Ronnie no doubt somewhere in the vicinity protecting his investment. He had re-connected with Oprah, Letterman, Jimmy Kimmel and Regis and Kelly and of course, Howard Stern. He had reacquired his firm within weeks of selling it for less than one tenth the price he had gotten and most of his key people still intact. He had settled his sister’s lawsuit on her behalf for the death of her third husband as he and his brothers were the only surviving heirs and he had split with them the ten million dollars his sister had originally not accepted in the wrongful death of her husband. He had also sued Michael Crespo’s firm going after their liability coverage on behalf of his employees who had passed away on that horrible island excursion (for more details on that buy and read the last book.) and also on behalf of the kid’s parents that the monster, Crespo’s partner Julian Sands had killed. He was back putting deals together and trading stocks and managing his group aggressively. He had a new older assistant, Martha, who was about three years from retirement so he had no temptation there. Cheryl had become a big part of his life although he wasn’t ready to settle down and thankfully she hadn’t pressed. She seemed to be fine in just going with the flow and getting caught up in the Michael Biancho wave as it swarmed Manhattan. She had gone with him on some short overnight trips and she was obedient like a puppy dog staying by his side at all times. The sex was good old fashioned missionary with some other styles and positions thrown in but none of the kinkiness he had gone through with Dee, his last passionate partner. He didn’t mind so much at this point. In the beginning it was like going through withdrawal but now he was used to it and it kind of reminded him of his old days when he had sex with his wife Lisa. She was a prude during most of their relationship and then she had cheated on him at the end and went crazy becoming a slut he would have loved to have spent a big part of his life with but it was not to be. Yes, now life was good.

He found himself on the internet often going to a site for men called Cafemen where he was able to vent under a pseudonym the various things that either upset or bored him about his new life. He could blog on about the exciting parts too as long as he kept his name out of it and didn’t talk openly about deals he was involved in by name so no one could put two and two together. It gave him a way to express his feelings and get feedback without the anxiety of seeing a priest or a therapist. (To learn more about that read the first two books) he didn’t use the internet for sex sites like so many of his friends because he really preferred the real thing versus pictures or videos. He found out earlier in life that the only time he had the privacy to go on those sites was when he was alone and that meant he had no one to take out his enraged hormones on so he would usually wind up flogging the dolphin. Although he loved his hands and had at one point when he was married considered proposing to his right one, that was not realistic nor would he have been able to introduce it to people at parties. Yes life was now good. He had a very short piece about his ups and downs in the New York Daily News and everywhere he went he was always in the public eye and noticed. There were times he would show up in News social pages or on Page Six in the NY Post. People whispered his name as he walked down the street and he would hear girls giggle as he strolled in the park or when he ventured to get a coffee. Yes life was good, until he met her.

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In The Beginning

Pandora Benfield was born to entitlement in Greenwich Connecticut in the year 1986. She was born blond with deep set blue eyes that had remained stunning her entire life so far. Now at the ripe old age of twenty two she was sleek, sexy, demure, refined and heaven sent. She had grown up privileged but had never taken advantage of the situation. She was not the type to screw in back seats or let boyfriends cop feels. She felt the advice her grandmother had given to her to save herself for her husband was the right way to go in life and the only thing she had ever done was kissed some boyfriends. Yes she had left many with blue balls and she had gotten called a ‘cock tease’ and rumors had at times followed her around from scorned boyfriends but she had never given in to the feelings. Every time she felt her passion rising and every time she felt like letting it all go and giving in to her wants and desires she had refrained hoping that some day she would meet the right one. When she felt those desires mounting she would start to see little things in her peripheral vision. Little creatures were apt to appear behind the boy she was kissing. At first when she was young she had become startled but as she grew older she came to accept them as little warnings that she was becoming too horny and she would break up the necking. She came to find comfort in the little apparitions as they were like her yellow traffic lights warning her about the big red light that was about to come.

Life was good for her though. She lived in a luxurious mansion in Greenwich on ten manicured acres of property with her parents Donald and Elisabeth. Complete with an Olympic size pool and pool house and tennis courts she had grown up not wanting for anything. After graduating Yale with honors she embarked on her career path in Business Administration not really sure where that would lead but knowing the address would certainly be on Wall Street in New York City. She could have used many of her father’s business connections or her mother’s social connections to set herself up but being an only child she felt the independent streak to see if she could do this herself. It wasn’t like her father and mother didn’t try to help her she just told them directly that she would find her own way in life and she didn’t want to work for someone who owed her parents a debt of gratitude. She would use her brain and the business acumen she had developed at Yale to move forward and find her way. 

Her parents put her up in a nice beautiful apartment that they owned but never really used on Central Park South. It had sweeping views of the park for as far as the eye could see. It had three bedrooms with three bathrooms and a huge kitchen and living room very well appointed in every respect. She had remembered growing up as a child coming here from time to time when her parents decided they wanted her to be exposed to culture. They would visit museums, parks, see plays and even once she attended the opera. This was her parents place to go when her mother had a New York social event or her father a New York meeting. Now they had let her use it as her home base as she started her job hunting. They were so proud of her independence and her desire to succeed on her own. Her father gave her an ATM card for any emergency but with her savings from when she was a child and her skillful spending even in a very expensive city she was able to struggle by over the first few months in the city.

The problem wasn’t getting interviews but that most of them just denigrated into proposals to go out on a date. She was working with an older woman recruiter who was sending her out on interviews regularly. She would go to the appointment and inevitably get a proposition for dinner or lunch to discuss the job possibilities more thoroughly. She was disgusted by the chauvinistic attitude but she felt like an actress confronting the dreaded casting couch, it came with the territory. She had even being propositioned by some women who seemed to have the same raging hormones as some of the men she was interviewed by. She had never thought of lesbianism as an alternative lifestyle but apparently some of her interviewers did. But every day during the week she would go out to see her only friend in New York Samantha Rodgers who was sending her on these interviews. Samantha had become almost motherly to Pandora after meeting her the first time. Pandora had answered an ad in a local paper and shown up at Samantha’s office. She had waited a while and was finally led in to meet Samantha. Samantha was in her fifties but she was no fool. She was war weary of surviving on the streets of Manhattan for so many years as an independent job placement agent. Samantha was initially taken aback by the beauty of this vivacious, sexy, smart girl who immediately consumed her office. In her own right Samantha was a strikingly beautiful woman who kept herself well in her advancing years. She looked ten years younger and between Botox injections and seaweed wraps she gave a graceful well kept appearance at any event she attended. She controlled herself and put on her professional face so she wouldn’t scare this beautiful creature into leaving. She found herself with a wanton desire she had not felt for anyone albeit a man or woman in years. Immediately her imagination focused on a cucumber she had purchased the night before. She re-focused on this young innocent woman in front of her and tried with earnest to control her overflowing feelings of sexuality toward her.

Hi, I am Samantha Rodgers. And you must be Pandora. It is a pleasure to meet you. She said shakily as she grasped Pandora’s hand.

Hello Ms. Rodgers. Yes I am Pandora. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am very much looking forward to working on Wall Street and I am hoping that you can use your good name and offices to help me secure placement in a prestigious firm. Pandora confidently responded.

Well Pandora, I have been here for many years and I would think that I would be able to place someone with your resume, grades and background in very quick period of time. I would think that even in these trying times if I couldn’t place someone with your skill set than I should just hang up my skirt and retire. Please sit down so we can get to know each other. Samantha said as she secreted juices that had stopped flowing during the last ice age.

Samantha proceeded to give Pandora a thorough interview staying very professional and fighting against her urges. She squirmed all over her seat and knew by the end she had definitely stained her chair but she was absolutely mesmerized by this beautiful creature. Apart from her stunning looks and the sexuality she exuded this girl also had the brains and background to match. She graduated at the top of her class from Yale and now she had literally fallen into Samantha’s lap. (She dreamt about that anyway) Now she had to pull out all stops for this girl and do whatever she could to place her in a top job. She was so smitten she called every single company she had ever placed someone and she set up interviews with all of them and was shocked that this precious girl could not land a job. When Samantha re-interviewed Pandora after each missed opportunity a strange pattern started to appear. Each interview started off on fire and then degraded into a very simple form of sexual harassment. There was nothing blatant and no one could be accused or sued since Pandora didn’t work at any of the companies but each time she went out inevitably she got propositioned. Apart from all of the things that were wrong with that Samantha found herself getting jealous. She actually had gotten revenge on one bold human resources creep by paying someone she knew to beat the living shit out of the guy when he came out of work one day after being extremely mean and condescending to Pandora after she had rejected his advances.

She was running out of leads to pursue to place this angel and couldn’t think straight. They had started to bond away from the office as the girl had no friends in the city and was not adept at making them outside of a comfortable environment like a school or an office. They had gone out a few times to dinner and the movies. Each time they went out Samantha found herself falling a little more in love with this girl. It drove her crazy that she could feel such deep passion for a girl. She couldn’t understand how she could make it through over fifty years and never give in to the lesbianic desires of many women she knew, many friends had experimented or succumbed to the dark side at some point in their lives from school on up to a professional career but she never even thought of it. Now it took up most of her day.

She started to wear Depends adult diapers when she went out or met with Pandora as she was ruining her outfits at an alarming rate from her secretions. After the first time they met she went home and attacked the cucumber but she had now graduated to a double headed twelve inch long and seven inch diameter dildo to quench her desires when she got home. She had left the vegetables behind and was now regularly visiting the local porno store and stocking up on items that could fulfill her needs if only for the night.  The diapers were uncomfortable and she was nervous that Pandora would hear the noise they made when she sat down or moved around as they rubbed against her skirts or dresses or pant suits, but she couldn’t financially keep up with ruining so many outfits. She had actually gone to her gym and hit on one of the more attractive women there and taken her home and tried out lesbianism for the first time just to see what she had been missing. She seduced this woman who as she came to find out was also a novice and after some stumbling and miss-starts they finally had settled into a mature mutual love fest where each would do to the other what they preferred to have done to them. It went well until the stupid bitch went home and told her husband that she was now a lesbian and he had left her. After her husband left she had shown up at Samantha’s office crying and looking for comfort. She told Samantha what she had done and that she hadn’t had feelings like this since she was in college falling in love with her husband of twenty years. Samantha felt the cold creep into her heart, she hadn’t wanted any kind of relationship, just an experience or practice for the future hopefully with Pandora. She tried to calm the woman down and listened as she rambled on and told her word for word what the woman had told her husband and then he screamed at her and laughed and told her it didn’t matter anyway. It turned out that he was having a steaming hot affair with his secretary and had been trying to find a way to break it to her. Instead he just laughed and told her to have fun fucking someone because she surely hadn’t been fucking him for a while and he left. Now the woman had grasped onto this one time sordid affair with Samantha as if she was in love with her. Samantha wanted nothing to do with the woman. The experience was nice and all and was her way to get a taste of an alternative life style but her real target was Pandora not some washed up middle aged woman like herself. She ushered the woman out after a while and told her she would call and then she shut her out of her life. She didn’t return any calls or even let her up to her office or her apartment. Samantha became a pro at watching the front doors of both places closely and if there was a sign of the woman she simply went out the service entrance of each place.

Samantha was running ragged and it showed. Her income dropped precipitously as she focused all of her energy on Pandora. She had set up a little shrine at home and had tacked some photos she had secretly taken of Pandora without the girl’s knowledge and a couple of things she had touched like a tissue, a glass and a coffee cup adorned the shrine. She had to place her in a job if for no other reason than to get her life back. Between this drain on her mental capacity and the woman now calling her non –stop as if she was a scorned boyfriend she had let her company almost collapse after over twenty years of being independent. That was when she got the call from heaven that changed everything. Holden, Tate and Smith, a firm she had heard good things about had called looking for a college grad with a good background to bring into an executive apprentice program for Investment Banking. The applicant would be working with Michael Biancho who Samantha knew had attained great fame for skirting death not once but twice the last few years. She remembered reading about him and watching his clips on various shows after the wild weekends he had survived through. What the hell did she have to lose? She called Pandora after setting up the interview and she crossed her fingers that this would be the way she would reclaim her life. Well she was partly right....

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Dreaming

Pandora also had read the stories and the night before the interview she had reviewed many of the clips about Michael Biancho on the internet. He was an average older man with a personality that seemed to almost melt the interviewer whether it was a woman or a man. His personality and his delivery definitely made him seem more attractive. He seemed non-pulsed at any question thrown at him and took it all in stride with a confident attitude. He had parlayed his good fortune of surviving two near death mishaps into a path to success in which he seemed thrive. Originally he acquired the firm after the first weekend where all of the partners had been murdered by the general partner and then he had sold his firm only to buy it back a short time later after the two people who he had sold it to were not so fortunate on the second of the two weekends. He apparently had gotten control of the firm after the first occurrence and had mapped out a strategy of taking nice chunks of private companies and merging them with public ones or financing companies that already traded publicly. She looked forward to meeting this man.

She had studied him and his firm through the night and then realized how late it had become so she powered down her computer and went to bed top get a good night sleep before the interview. As she fell into REM sleep her mind started to creep into her impulses. She hadn’t recognized being attracted to this man Michael Biancho, when she was awake, but now as she was dreaming her thoughts turned to him. She found him attractive in a masculine sort of way. Not a Brad Pitt or a Tom Cruise type, somewhat less in shape then a perfect man but still with a shaven head and a gleam when he spoke and passion riding out on each word she found herself in her dreams to be very attracted to this man. As her passions built little creatures ventured out from the dark spaces of the bedroom. She was unaware of them as she was sleeping but they knew her and knew where her mind was going. They crept quietly up onto the bed and made a wall around her as they watched her sleep.

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Golden

Michael was starting to think about how he could slow it down with Cheryl. She was very nice and obedient with no deviant tendencies. She would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and that was nice and all but it was somewhat mechanical and not as exciting as he would like. He felt like he was back in his failed marriage with Lisa. His and Lisa’s sex life had become programmed into the same type of methodical fashion until Michael went away one weekend and had an affair with a girl he worked with while his wife became a slut in good standing. He still felt a pang in his heart that his wife had turned into the girl of his dreams after his marriage disintegrated but that was the way the cookie crumbled. He had a tremendous experience with a girl who had worked for him named Dee and her friends but that was unfortunately short lived due to another weekend experience that went haywire. He had settled in with Cheryl right after that but now that he reflected on it that was the problem, he had settled. He should have taken some time off to see what was out there and test the field like he was doing after his marriage but she had caught him on the rebound on the way back in from the ill fated trip and snagged him. She had seduced him in the back of the limo he had taken from the airport to his lawyer’s home. She was his lawyer’s executive assistant so he didn’t want to create hard feelings with his lawyer by breaking her heart so he treaded carefully.

She came over for a dinner that Michael had his housekeeper prepare before she left for the night. They had lobster and angel hair pasta with a nice bottle of wine. Cheryl seemed a little tipsy and pulled out her hair clips as they settled on the sofa with after dinner drinks. He stared at her and realized she really was a beautiful girl but he could not go on like this. He was a very successful business man who was now divorced and single. He promised himself he would not settle and would confront the situation. He convinced himself that Cheryl was a good person so maybe if they had a mature conversation and discussed what had become (to him anyway) an albatross than they could deal with it like adults and hopefully correct it. (That thought was way off- read on) After dinner he sat across from Cheryl and looked her in the eye.

Cheryl, the last few months have been great with you and I believe we have gotten close enough where if something is bothering one of us than they can confront the situation and discuss it with the other. Don’t you agree?

Yes Michael, I would believe that we are at that point in our relationship. What is bothering you that you would like to discuss?

Well you may not like it. As a matter of fact I don’t like to talk about my marriage with you unless it is about my kids and obligations I have to keep but I think to relate it to that would be easiest for both of us.

Okay, you sound serious. You told me never to ask you questions about your marriage so I have obeyed that request. Not that I haven’t been curious but I respected your desire to put the past in the past. You sound serious. I wish I hadn’t drank so much wine. Go ahead.

Well let’s start at the beginning. Lisa and I met and fell in love. There was a tremendous amount of passion involved in that. We started to make love and quite frankly we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. In our apartment, at the movies, in the woods, in an alley, whenever, wherever we went crazy with lust and fucked and sucked our way up to marriage. Than we said the words, I do and the sex started to slow down. It became a job not an adventure to use the old Army ad. It wasn’t for lack of love but the stress of my career and how Lisa dealt with it. The talks she had with her friends I believe definitely contributed to her mood swings which impacted us and then our kids came along and of course that changed everything once again. Until the weekend I went away with my company, which you know all about, everything was what you would expect if you looked up the definition of a faithful marriage. Then that weekend happened. I had an affair with a girl from my office who pursued me like a tiger and looking back she definitely re-kindled those long ago feelings of lust I had with Lisa. Any time, any where she would go crazy on me in that one weekend. As you know everyone died except for me that weekend so it did not continue but I came home to find out my wife apparently had the same feelings because she went crazy with lust for my first lawyer. They fucked in every conceivable position the whole weekend from what she told me and are together to this day. It drove me crazy that she would do that and throw twenty years down the tubes and that I would look to that same weekend to escape my vows also. Anyway I see us heading down that path. When we first met the weekend I came home from my trip that ended in death and disaster you seduced me in the back of my limo which was exciting as hell. Since then we have traveled down a similar path as my marriage where now it is mechanical sex. I think you know I have no inhibitions but I sense you do. I am at a loss to figure out why you have changed so much since that first time and if we can repair it. You are a beautiful, sexy woman who I am very attracted to and I don’t want to waste your time if you don’t feel the same but also I don’t want to sit here and not confront a situation that I am not happy with. Do you have any thoughts or feelings about this?

Cheryl took a minute to ponder the question. Michael cringed as it looked like she was going to cry and he didn’t want to deal with that. He had enough of that shit when he was married and didn’t feel he had to deal with it from a girlfriend. She gathered up her courage and spoke.

Michael I am so glad you spoke about this. I know what you went through on your trips that went sour and I know some of what happened in your marriage due to office gossip but I was unsure how to confront it. I let you do whatever you wished because I really find myself enamored with you. I believe I can love you Michael and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin that so I stayed very conservative almost imitating in my mind what your marriage was like. I did that because you were married so long and I fantasized that you would like to go back to that kind of routine. Now that you are saying this you are opening up a whole different set of paths in my brain because quite frankly I also have no inhibitions. In the past with various lovers I have experimented quite frequently and would like nothing better that to show you what I really like and have you do it to me.

Now it was Michael’s turn to ponder that statement. She had mentioned the L word and that was scary but she also said she had no inhibitions so that was exciting. For all he knew anal play might even be involved. He stood up and in less than twenty seconds he stripped bare naked in his living room. Cheryl just sat and smiled at the new assertive Michael Biancho. He walked over to her and grabbed his Pounding Meat-Sack That Is So Huge It Doesn’t Even Shake When He Farts and walked to Cheryl on the couch.

Okay Cheryl, I am glad we got that out of the way. Now be a honey and please let me shove this in your mouth. Michael said with a sneer.

Oh Michael, please do. She responded.

Michael felt rejuvenated. He was on fire with lust he hadn’t experienced since Dee. He now felt he could loose himself again which was a good thing. Michael used sex in a creative way. Due to the stress of his life between his job, his failed marriage, his kids and all he had very few escapes. Every now and then he would drink a little and every now and then he would watch a movie or listen to a C.D. But the thing he liked to do most to loose himself and forget his troubles was fuck. He didn’t think he was the best lover in the world or that he fucked better than a porno star but he could shut off all of the outside pressure and concentrate every ounce of his being on the partner he was fucking. He didn’t think about multi million dollar deals or deadlines on financings or his bills or his kid’s schoolwork, he just thought about sex. Although it didn’t necessarily rule his life it was damned close.  He liked it.

It was an obvious difference and Cheryl was charged up. It was almost like he was with a different woman. She grabbed his ass cheeks and started to squeeze them and knead them like bread dough which definitely brought back some memories. She didn’t use her hands as she swallowed his Engorged Pride Which Now Weighed As Much As A Watermelon and started to gag she was going so deep. Michael loved that because it made him feel even bigger than he knew he was. He was getting into it when he felt a familiar tingle in his groin region. He had to stop; sadly he withdrew from Cheryl’s mouth.

Wait, hold on one second. Don’t think we are stopping but I guess I drank a little much myself and I got to pee. Give me a second please. Just don’t change your attitude because I love it and it is a big turn on. As a matter of fact if Roger Ebert was here he would give you two thumbs up. As he said this Cheryl was disrobing. He started to head towards the bathroom and she followed. He walked in and lifted the toilet seat.

Hold on Michael, before you do that maybe I can interest you in something else.

Right now Cheryl, the only thing that interests me is I am so huge when I have an erection that when I go pee the question that arises is will my Huge Mammoth Sized Girl De-Flowerer touch the water when I point it down. The only problem is it is a pain in the ass to pee when you have an erection. You sort of have to push out your butt and pull in your groin area to open up the valve that blocks the flow of urine during sex.

Well I have a better idea. She said as she stepped into the shower stall right next to the toilet. "Remember when I said I had no inhibitions and I experimented? Well one thing I never have done but have always