“That’s an awesome idea,” I said. “But you have to bring them back here.”“Deal!” both said at once, and Belle went down on her knees to ...atch Stacy’s dick return. But I made it three inches longer than before, and even thicker.”“My question is, how are you going to hide those?” I asked, genuinely curious.“Who said we were?” Belle said, twinkle in her eye. “I was thinking yoga pants under a dress.”“I’m going with my designer jeans,” Stacy said.“Go with God,” I said. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. "Renee reached Claude.He barely looked in her direction as he lifted and placed her in his lap."They had a warning about messing with memories, I thought," he said to Simon's master.Henry waved a hand. "It'll probably cut off a year or two, yes. But it's worth it. And besides, at that point you're already starting to get bored- you know." There were a few nods among his listeners."What happens if you give him both sets of memories?" asked someone down the table.Henry snorted distastefully.. Of course prostituting myself gave me a healthy bank balance, I was providing a service for a part of society the everyone else chose to forget about.Susan, my friend who worked the local pharmacy, provided the Viagra and joined me for fun sessions, soon she was into the pensioners age group, overcoming her natural revulsion of all the hangings bits, and delighted in restoring the vigor to erections, enjoying the free and very satisfying sex for her, whilst being paid handsomely for letting. I was just getting my breath back when my truck alarm went off. For a second I thought, “Fuck it” but that was a lot of money so I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt while running down the hall and out through the garage to find BoBo standing there with a tire iron in his hand and my door window shattered. He tried to straighten all the way up, but I think his nuts still hurt, 'cause he couldn't, but he could tell me, “Alright, shitbird, I'm ready for you this time.” But he really wasn't,.