“I don’t like wearing this. It makes me look like a slut.” I thought otherwise. “You look great. Relax.” I was really tempted to give h...r a quick fuck, but I didn’t want to mess up the plan. She looked amazing, with her hair and makeup all done, plus a full set of jewelry. I had to admit, her husband didn’t cut her short for anything that made her look hot. Great hair, great body, the clothes, the makeup, the jewelry – perfect. I still wish he had gone a bit bigger on the tits, though.. “Hello,” said the baritone.“Hi there,” beamed Sunni. “How are you?”“I’m good. You sound happy as shit.”“Of course. I’m talking to you.”“That’s wassup,” he laughed. “You said yo name is Passion, right?”“Yes sir. That’s me. What’s yours?”“Oh, they call me Stoop,” the horny bastard revealed.“Nice to meet you, Stoop,” answered Sunni.“Yeah. Nice to meet you too. So what you tryna get into.”“Just like I said on my greeting, I wanna suck some dick and get fucked.”“That’s wassup. Where you at?”“I’m at. ”“Indeed. But I think it suits him. You’ll see.” I tidied up the straps, but left the rack resting on the ground before straddling Oscar and prodding at the kick-start lever. It took a couple of tries, but he coughed into life. Dora clambered – rather tentatively – on behind me, and I rode through the park to the exit gate. The junction with the road was quite well designed and I could see there was little traffic, so barely slowed as I turned on to the road. Of course, that meant Oscar ‘fell’. Again the arms were removed and the body healed. The shock device and an additional way of rendering it somnolent were added for safety.The Fassoot brain had been extensively studied. As a species they were odd because each one was different. Not like fingerprints but in much broader terms. When their equivalent of DNA was studied it looked like each Fassoot was forced to grow in one of a wide range of possibilities. Any organism could change within certain parameters if the environment forced.