Getting butched up is one thing, but she wants to... "Play a girl?" Muscles asks with a wry grin. "I think I can do that." She looks down at J. Thomas... "Come on," she says. "You're and I are gonna get real close." Real close," I tell him. "She's playing your new nookie, so you're together 24/7. She's a professional, so you do whatever she says."The poor schmuck: he looks more threated at the idea of having this big, muscled bull-dyke as his twenty-four hour bodyguard than the idea of the. I turn my head and look back and say yes you can touch, I feel the hands on my ass cheeks and I wiggle my butt a bit. I then say why don't you touch the crotch of my panties and feel how wet your making me, he touches the crotch of my panties and I squirm a bit, I then say why don't you put your fingers in your mouth and lick those juices off your fingers. I move down the line and do this to each guy, and since my juices are flowing so heavy I have plenty of juices for the guy last in line. So. Darren had received her message. Chloe had arrived at university only last week and poor Darren had been frantic from the very beginning. He had stayed in their hometown and she was now living the high-life over six hundred miles away. Chloe could understand his anxiety she supposed. Still, there had been several phone calls and emails but they were normally just newsy and fun. This last message felt a little more sexually charged to Chloe. She didn’t mind particularly. Darren was amazing and. But Jeff always told Pete that the most difficult part of his job was getting his team to cooperate with each other. Like he was surrounded by idiot savants who could program a pop tart to blow up a small country, but couldn’t sharpen a pencil without a democratic vote. That’s how his dad had put it. And Pete believed every word because his dad was smart. He could calculate everything and anything like a child working out 2 + 2. Not long ago before the accident, when Jeff was taking Pete to.