”“She’s just having some teasing fun with you and so are the others. Look at Allison and how she’s smiling, laughing, and enjoying life.” Da... looked to her, right now, not having a care in the world.Allison swam over to them. “Come on you two, join us for the fun. We want to play Marco Polo and you’re it, Dad!”“Nah, it’s your day honey, go and have fun,” he declined.“Sorry, party pooper, I won’t take no for an answer.” She tugged him by the arm.“Okay, okay, I’ll play.”“Yeah!!” The others yelled. "Easy on the fried foods. Youwon't do yourself any favors by continuing to eat like a pig." Okay, okay, I get it, boss lady." Amber wiped the streaks below hereyes. "I'll try to keep this body of yours in tip-top shape." Not mine anymore, Amber. It's all yours. You've earned it. Paul and Iare retiring the model."Amber nodded and smiled weakly. "Thanks. I 'preciate it." Well then," Jackson said, reaching under her desk. She unzipped aduffel bag, extracted something from within it, and zipped the. So if your group has ten members its possible for the girl to do it with ten guys? Said Emma. Yes. And some my want seconds or thirds. I suggested. I could see that both of these women were totally turned on. How can we make it so that you can trust us to be allowed to attend you luncheon, individually. Asked Emma. I thought a minute. Since I am the leader of the groups, I need some evidence that would ruin your reputations. You must trust me to honor our agreement. I will not show the evidence. But who is to say this is permanent? She might wake up tomorrow and findeverything back to normal. This could be a dream!It doesn't feel like dream, she thought. I've had some pretty weird oneslately but this is different even from them. It's gone on too long for astart. God, I hope it's a dream!It could be virtual reality. She was in a computer game, and had beenallotted the identity of a female character. This body was just anavatar. Then how do I get out of the game? You would have to play.