But first some more indiscriminate TF'ing

The hungry look she gives Will almost makes him take her up on that offer but his simmering anger brings him clarity that cuts through his arousal,

‘Not tonight. I’ve got people to see...’

Diane looks so crestfallen that Will almost back pedals and acquiesces to the lustful principals demands but instead he decides to compromise, coming up with a much better idea that he's sure would satisfy both of them.

‘Tell you what, I want you to picture in your head exactly the kind of woman you want to fuck. Think really hard. What she looks like, what she’s wearing, her likes and dislikes and most importantly how she likes to be fucked. Then, once you have her in your head write it all down on this.’ He slides a sheet of paper over to her, ‘Can you do that for me? Once you’ve done that give it to me and I’ll find your perfect woman...’

‘My perfect woman? I find that hard to believe.’ She grins and begins writing on the paper while Will straightens his clothes and gathers his things. He had things to so and people to see...

'Think _really _hard...Down to the last detail...' He says, adjusting the massive shaft in his jeans, giving it an experimental tug through his jeans and relishing the hungry looks it got from Diane in between her furious scribbling.

Finally, she hands him the list and with a coy smile and a grope of his ass sends him out the door.

Will strolls out of the office a new man. Well, the same man with a skip in his step and significantly emptier balls, although that was seemed to be only temporary. Maybe it was just the sheer power being wielded on his hand or a trait of his new gargantuan balls but he felt eager to blow his load again after barely fifteen minutes after the best fuck of his life.

He adjusts himself, shifting his large dong into a more comfortable position, outlining it obscenely against his leg. He caught sight of Diane’s receptionist looking at him in sheer disgust. Judging from the way she had her headphones in and was casting disparaging looks towards to door the older woman had heard everything. That thought made his cock twitch slightly, flexing against his jeans and prompting a disgusted noise from the receptionist as the fabric creaked in strain.

Looking down at the piece of paper in his hand he smiled and handed Diane’s list of traits she desired in her perfect woman to the receptionist. ‘The first woman to touch this list will acquire all of the traits listed won’t they?’

The woman, headphones still in barely heard him, she shot him an irritated look as she freed one ear of its headphone with one hand and reached to tale the paper with the other.

‘What? Uh-Oh fuck!’

A small arc of blue light shoots from paper to her finger and she goes rigid, breath hitching in her mouth as words, in Diane’s neat cursive handwriting, start sliding from the page and across the receptionists hand.