"And how would a girl go about getting a job like this?" my wife inquired, making me look at her with a raised eyebrow."Well, they audition. We send a...girl who is interested into the middle booth, and when a 'customer' goes in, we watch her performance. If she does good, we work her into the rotation." Could I audition? With my husband watching? I know how much it would turn him on to watch me sick off another cock," she volunteered."Well, um, if he's ok with it," she stammered looking to me to. "Hmmm guess my wife was right, it is time for a hair cut. But I don'treally remember it being this long...... It has been a while..."I continued getting ready but kept get interrupting by rushing stomachpains. "That extra chili cheese dog last night was probably a bad idea." I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My stomach seemed to besticking out more than normal. "Hmm, maybe I have been eating way toomany chili dogs lately. And... I thought I was wearing a light blue shirttoday. Perhaps he would write a paper on the similarities and differences between the twins' treatment response trajectories for the "edutainment" of his colleagues and the advancement of their cutting-edge mental health discipline. One twin, Anya, had been initially the more poorly adjusted to her situation, but before the biofeedback program had run its full course she had surpassed Darya in the pace of her realignment.In any case, both girls were now thoroughly conditioned under Track A, and had. I hesitate for a fraction of an instant, but no more than that. I am a good boy-girl; I've grown up knowing that nothing is more important than mistress's direct order. Besides, I've been to the future, I know that the world's a utopia, probably a lot better than the job some silly male or female could have done.I wrap him in my arms and kiss him deeply, his tongue responds expertly touching the pleasure points on the roof of my mouth. Our nipples brush against one another, soft-hard cocks.