'Oh God, this is so wrong,' murmured Karen. She looked up into Michelle's eyes as she rubbed her hands over her own body in a fading attempt to quell her building desire.
Michelle was losing patience. The more her cock swelled the more she understood why men were so eager to get physical once their erections had sprouted. She grabbed Karen's hair and used her face like a towel for her hefty balls, then forced the groaning woman to look back into her eyes. 'Well?!'
Before Karen could decide the door opened with a hiss and a robotic trolley entered. There was a cannister that Michelle presumed contained her cum from earlier with a hose pipe attached to the bottom. At the end of the hose pipe was a clear, plastic mask with rubber edging that would fit tightly over the mouth and nose. She had a pretty good idea who it was for.