He's keeping a minute record of my progress. He weighs me; measures the circumference of my arms and legs and chest; takes skin fold measurements. In ...he mornings I have to pee into a glass jug which they take away – to test I suppose.They sometimes take blood from me - and they keep giving me injections. Every morning. I have no idea what they are for. I hope it's something like vitamins but I don't know what to ask and I don't suppose they would tell me anyway.They feed me well. Where the. " Mmm," said Brandon, an assent—or maybe something to do with the fact that his lips were an inch from my nipple. "Mmm..."Then there was a beep—we both jumped—followed instantly by a high-pitched, electronic tone.Brandon stared. "What the—" Could it be Greta?" I asked."No," he said, "she leaves at three and she calls if she has to come again."The house was wired with an alarm system, with sensors on doors and windows. This was a basic safety precaution for a residence that would contain (when. There was an idea for a TV show here, and I made a few notes while we landed and taxied to the terminal. I'd think about it later, the anticipation of getting laid was clouding everything in my mind.I still had to be careful, for at least part of this visit. Always assume the cameras are present. That meant that when we left to go to dinner we did just that, and were visible through the windows as we ate and visited. I thought I caught at least one flash, but there was nothing you could really. As Julie jerked me I stroked her bottom and thighs and ruffled her pussy hair with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other."Oooooh! So big and stiff! I love big hard cock!" she purred over and over as she jerked me. As my cum started to rise, even with my porn magazine open beside me, my eyes locked hypnotically on my cock sticking up between my spread legs with Julie's hand sliding up and down its length, smoothly, rhythmically, full length from my pubic hair at one end of her stroke.