It stunk like a Tarts boudoir with furnishings to match. Agent were a Slimy bastard with slicked down hair and poncy suit. He sat behind this over pol...shed bloody oakwood bloody desk about the size of a bloody cricket wicket the useless bastard.“Good day Captain, I am delighted to meet you at last,” he simpered wi’out standing up.“No thee bloody ent,” I said, “Thee jus wants me brass,” I answered him, “I’m from bloody Yorksire and I speaks me bloody mind,” I explained to the ignorant Lancashire. They should be aching for your touch, for the relief that only you can bring them, long, long before you intend to actually succor them.While massaging a man’s thighs, go as far up as possible. You’ll find yourself brushing against their scrotum, but technically you’re only massaging their leg, so there’s a nice bit of plausible deniability there if things aren’t yet certain. Reaching under their upper leg, too, is a pleasing sensation for them.One place I especially like to tease is the. But ifit wasn't a joke, then what was going on? The woman certainly talkedlike Cameron, and the more I looked at those clothes, the more I feltcertain I had seen my buddy wearing them. I needed a different way toinvestigate. I quickly took out my phone and called Cameron.Immediately, I heard the familiar tune of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man"playing in the room. The girl whipped Cameron's cell out of her pantsand answered. "It's me, dickwad."I was starting to get nervous. I hung up and. Over a month, as a matter of fact, while my doctor friend made a few modifications to your body. Since you're now a slut - MY slut - I decided you should look like one. Craig, would you be so kind as to release her head so she can see her new body?" Certainly, dear," he replied, ripping the tape unmercifully from Tulsa's head while the doctor pulled the white sheet off her, exposing her naked body.What was left of Cheryl screamed when she saw what had been done to her. She'd been transformed.