”Stan’s eyebrows went up, “What were you doing in PITTSBURGH?”“Helping the FBI find and arrest Jack’s brother Frank. Frank was connected t... the skinhead gang and they kidnapped my father and another FBI agent.”Stan’s eyes grew even wider, shaking his head, “Don’t get me wrong, but how the hell could an architect possibly help the FBI with something like THAT?”“Let’s just say that, designing buildings, isn’t that the ONLY thing I’m really good at. When I got here, I was seriously considering. The biggest section is for "real" celebrities, alternate versions of actual people acquired from worlds that closely parallel your own, but there are multiple wings dedicated to various (in your world) fictional universes as well.Each section has an open main area where everything takes place in public, with smaller private booths available for those who want to be alone with their asset. To keep waiting times down, the most popular assets are available in multiple copies, often with minor. This was his favorite thing to do, even when Janice was home. He told me she enjoyed seeing him this way, and I sure didn’t mind. He had settled in his favorite reclining chair and fallen asleep, hands behind his head, snoring. There he was, naked, legs spread, uncut cock exposed resting atop a big beautiful set of balls. I just sat there on the couch lusting after his body. It was a sight to behold. Large, thick and well proportioned, covered in fur, oozing masculinity. I noticed his cock. Paradoxically, he was jerking furiously on his erect organ. When Michael unsteadily pulled out, and they could see where his cock had been, Daddy's face turned red for a moment and his cock spurted onto the floor.Mom's hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, but I could see the gleam of moisture on her inner thighs. She gaped at me like she'd never seen me naked before. Had their orgasms felt as great as mine?Michael stared at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. "Linnea? Fuck me!" He.