Thanks for asking. We're going out againtomorrow." I sat there watching the different emotions play acrossTrance's face, something that doesn't happen...often and just tried tosmile and look cute.*Nura, are you serious?* I guess Trance wanted to talk in private.*Yeah, I am. What's wrong with that?**It's just that, well, you were a guy for nearly sixteen years. You'vebeen a girl for like a week and you've already got yourself aboyfriend. It just seems odd. Even for you.**You don't think this is. Joe thought the idea was cool. He loved his trip to Algonquin ten years ago. If Barb was willing, he would do it. He said he would call back after he talked to Barb.Jon called right after my dad got off the phone with Joe. I explained that Crew 312 wasn't done yet. I said I'd call back when I knew more.About 45 minutes later, Joe called back with the news that Barb thought the idea was cool. They would do it! Dad called Mr. Ritter back and made arrangements for Joe and Barb to meet with Dad and. Grabbing her hair and pulled her up, I took her to the other side of the bed and threw her down on the bed. Pam’s head was resting on Mike’s leg, she had this lust in her eyes, with a fuck me please look on her face. Then she said we can’t do this here, please he might wake up, I pulled my pants down, my cock was hard as a rock.I grabbed her legs, pulled her a little towards the edge of the bed, and slipped my cock into her till the hilt. Pam had this look on her face of ecstasy and I started. The ONR would not even vet their clients; it was not their concern what they wanted nor did. If needed, the ONR would even make sure clients were not followed to or from their building. Many a paparazzi woke up confused in a random hotel bed with a splitting headache when this option was requested.As to what the clients could get, anything short of maiming or murder. Specific type of sex? Done. Specific type of partner? Done. Illicit materials? Done. A quiet room with champagne for the client.