I looked down at my hands curiously. "I didn't know that could be done," I said, deliberately misunderstanding. "Has plastic surgery become that advan...ed?"He glared at me. "The records, not your fingers," he said. "You changed them, didn't you?" How would I do that, sir?" I asked politely.He heaved a weary sigh. "Jack, it's just not good enough," he said. "I know it's you. Your wife admits who she is, how about saving us all this silliness and doing the same? We have more than prints, you know,. Her tiny brain was easy to overtake and keep control of. She was as weak willed as she was a bitch.I first had her lean back in the bubbles and turn on the hose and wet her hair and get it good and wet. Then I had her use it as a fuck buddy letting her let the rushing water cleanse and excite the folds of her pussy. As she bit her lip and squirmed around causing water to spill out of the tub. I walked over to the tub and got my first good look at her naked body in all its toned glory. I was. .."! f******n inches of weeping cock jutted out in front of me and I smiled, proudly! As I stood there, a blob of precum beaded on the slit of my knob and lazily dripped to the wooden floor. Lucinda's eyes widened as my cock then began to twitch! Silently, she mouthed something. "Tell you what, Lucinda, why don't you give it a good tug so that you're convinced that it's not 'prosthetic', as you claim, eh"? Lucinda swallowed and looked at me uncertainly, "Can...can I"? I nodded and smiled as she. It still felt very big but I couldn't deny the waves of pleasure that it was causing. The thing slapping against my bottom was adding its little jolts and something was rubbing against the strange hard bit in my secret place that filled my entire being with huge electric sparks. I grabbed the doctor's hips and chanted, "Yes, yes, yes," and exploded again. It was bigger and better and larger and longer than the previous one.I think I must have fainted for, when I opened my eyes, the doctor was.