I'd already found out that independent control didn't work on my eyeballs, but did work on ordinary limb movements such as raising or lowering arms. T...ose controls were consistent with the situation pre-merge, unlike my new writing ability. I'd heard stories about how the lefties of an earlier generation had hated being forced to write right-handed, and how many years it'd taken them to learn to do it, so my learning to write with my other hand so quickly was not consistent or normal. Obviously. No promises. Have you got a spec sheet?" He sounded uncertain but Freddie was pretty sure he'd go for Denise. He was sure to be interested in seeing her trained from scratch, Freddie felt; he'd often talked about his ideas on training methods. Denise had got the sort of comfortable shape he went for, too: not too skinny, not too tall.Freddie tossed over the SD Card with its encrypted cache of files. The girls' photographs, physical details and such personal attributes as Freddie felt able to. "That was so good! My husband never gives me half the satisfaction you just did." She noticed I was hard again. "Here's a little reward for you," she said. With that, she turned me around so I was facing away from her, reached around and grabbed my cock, and jerked me off to another excellent orgasm which landed in the shrubbery in front of us.It was all over then. We put our swim attire back on, straightened our hair, and I walked out first. She didn't talk to me again after that, and a little. " Alex chuckled "of course he's hungry, not that he's eaten his way across England or anything like that" Connor laughed then looked around "where's Trink?" Trink bounced in the front door "I be's right here me boyo, whooeee look at yea, almost as tall as Mar's mountain." Trink found himself picked up and crushed in a tight hug as Connor laughed "I've missed you Trink" Trink wiped a tear away "missed yea too me boyo, here now put old Trink down, ain't seemly to be trottin around with an elf in.