I had a feeling I knew where this was going.“So we’d really like to know what he’s got.”José María put a dark gray flash drive on the table....��This thing is an ordinary thumb drive, Michael, nothing special, except it has a 1TB capacity. That’s one Terabyte, which is enough to swallow just about anything he’s likely to have.”He picked it up and turned it in his hand and showed me how to open it.“It’s got some new software on it, Michael, never mind who made it, it’s not available in stores. It. And I’m all me, no surgery at all. I absolutely don’t fit the criteria.”I kissed her thoroughly; that was the only way to deal with the wench. Trouble was, she started kissing me back, and I kinda lost track of where I’d gotten to on the argument about the kind of wife I wanted.She led me back to her bedroom. As she cleared off the cushions and covers of the king sized bed, she assured me that I was the first man to set foot near it since it was delivered and set up.There was a small delay in. I went through the day and no one wanted a blow job or a fuck from me. No one grabbed my ass or touched me anywhere. Everyone said hello Wendy and not whore. When it was lunch time, I got in line and walked through and got my lunch. It was nice to eat real food and not cum. I sat in the back at the table with the other cheerleaders and nothing was said about me being a slut or whore.The rest of the day was the same as the morning. When I went for practice, I did the routine dressed and didn't. He wanted to hear from Bradley’s own lips what they had done and how much he had enjoyed it. In one of his favourite fantasies, he imagined Dawn’s lover bringing her home next morning and describing his night with her. Her lover would tell him about their fucking and how much he had enjoyed her body. He would tell him about her screaming each time she orgasmed and her begging him to fuck her.He would also tell him about their conversations as they rested after fucking. He wanted to hear all.