" Lie down?' I asked.She smiled. "It's like one of those chairs you see in all the old psychiatrist scenes. It's more of a lounger than a chair. We di...covered that the testing works better if the subject is relaxed."I nodded and entered the room. It was dimly lit, but I could see the heavily padded leather chair that I was obviously supposed to use. I walked over and leaned back on the cushion. I was relaxing when I felt something touch my forehead. I looked up to see the ensign running her. "Why is there no scarring or anything? I would have expected that or at least a loss of hair or something from where you, and the other doctors did your thing."Kat looked somewhat relieved and let out a deep breath that she had been holding in, "That would be the miracle of modern medication and surgery. A new drug and a few surgical procedures were developed to help lessen scarring. And once research into the brain transplantation got involved, the research into lessening the scarring. I slid a single finger inside her tight slit, and felt her cunt tube squeeze half the blood out of the finger. Amy shivered, and her legs twitched briefly as I dug my finger deeper inside her. I felt her cherry inside and grinned to myself. I wished I had one of my dildos with me.I started sliding the finger in and out of her, rubbing it against the clit with each stroke. My tongue continued to lick along the slit and flick up and down on her red little clitty. I felt her cunt twitching around. He releases her, his hands search her tense body. He gently caresses her body and kisses her delicious skin as he goes down. He reaches her glistening pubis and nuzzles in it! His kisses drive her deeper and deeper into his passionate grip. Her body quivers as each succulent kiss sends her higher and higher. She longs for that blissful explosion, that numbing height—That tiny death, which releases the pent up passions deep within her. His nimble tongue builds her passion with each stroke. It is.