Once we were presentable, we were taken to a roomwith a large table. Bev was sitting next to a soldier. He seemedolder and had stars on his collars. H... must be a general orsomething as other soldiers saluted him as they passed. Three othersoldiers came in and sat down. Bev smiled at us as the "General"spoke up. "Well folks, it seems that you have been through sometough times. You're safe now. Bev told me the story about whathappened to the three of you and I want to spend this time tounderstand. "America isn't going to change its body taboos overnight." No," Jim said, "but I've noticed that, every time a preacher comes out against us, it helps sales just a little. Remember when the Mormons came out against it? We hadn't been doing anything in Utah, now sales are only a little below average... Tell you what I think's happening." Go on." I think America's making one of its funny moral compromises. You're supposed to cover your body, or you're in trouble. Suddenly VeeCees come along, and. No hello. No question mark, either. Instead, only a request.Like a new character introduced in the middle of a TV show’s season, this email opened up a whole new world of possibilities for Mr. Livshitz to exist in as he stroked harder and harder, faster and faster, considering all of the things that may be said in this meeting, but more importantly, what may be done. He could feel himself getting closer, and closer, imagining himself lying back on his desk, Caroline riding him as if their lives. And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt. I could feel my body stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this alien intruder into my center. Faster and faster.