I reached down and stroked his cock. "Jesus, Mrs. Ferguson, what the hell! What would James think?" "Silly boy. Who's going to tell James anything. Be...ides, he's not in charge of me. No one is anymore. I can enjoy anything I please now. I want to enjoy you Vic. Is that a problem, baby?" "Ah, fuck, Mrs. Ferguson. God, you're so fucking hot." "Call me Wanda. Now kiss me. And mean it, you little mother fucker." And he did, making me feel twenty years younger, as his tongue began exploring my. She is a good looking woman I have to admit. Late twenties maybe, tall, slim with long blonde hair and long, long legs. She either hasn't noticed the curtains are wide open or she just doesn't care. A natural exhibitionist. Good for me, bad for her.19:40 Begin recording.She begins to unbutton her white blouse and lets it fall to the floor. She's now standing in a nice black lace bra definitely too small for her B cup tits. Squashing and squeezing the flesh into a nice plump cleavage. She runs. Each unit has 4 members. Your unit consists of you and your 3 mates. Also, you have a handler.The agency is formed by a group of supernaturals and the world governments and is top secret. Only a few,select humans know about it. However, there is a certain group of humans, the trappers, who don't think this way. According to them, humans are the most powerful species and all supernaturals should be enslaved. If they don't agree, they should be killed. Basically, the trappers are a bunch of pigs. " I pointed out where the changing booths were. "Goahead; I am sure you will be very pretty in it." As he slowly went toone of the booths, I pointed out that on the bench in the booth therewas a pillow he could attach around his belly with Velcro straps, to seehow he would look once he started showing.When he came out of the changing booth, his visage had alteredcompletely. He was obviously very excited ? though he tried to beoutwardly calm ? and his eyes showed the deep pleasure he was.