"There you are, Doctor. I need you to do a little job for me." Of course, Mr Quince." Michael wondered what it was this time. Quince said he was as in...erested as Michael in unlocking all the secrets of the virus. However, Quince had made Michael produce 'samples' of the virus based on over twenty different people, most of whom Michael hadn't even met. Quince, or his lackey, Simonds, would bring a sample of blood and tell him to produce a virus based on it.He knew better than to question Quince,. Your slut. Your lover.“Shhh...” you whispered. “I need more wine.” I watched you stand up, my eyes transfixed, envying the grace of each movement, the raw sensuality you radiated. You were in your red dress, the one we’d talked about. As you walked toward the kitchen, I closed my eyes and remembered the last few hours.You’d arrived in that dress and spent nearly two hours transforming me. A full body shave, then a massage and a light oil rubdown. Three attempts at make-up before we found. “I guess I didn’t really know what would happen, but I suspected that after she got a look at your beautiful cock she was going to want a sample of her own.”“And did you enjoy watching me fuck another woman?”Looking up as if thinking of an answer, she said, “Actually, yes… I did. You are a very sexy man, David. The woman would have been a fool to turn down an offer to have your beautiful cock. I know Abby and she’s no fool.”After the door was locked and David met Christi in the bedroom he. ’’‘‘I know you are very busy so I will try to keep this as short as possible. My name is Chief Petty Officer Stanley Hastings. I serve on the USS Fordson. I know you have been highly distressed at all the problems getting my ship into service, as we all have been.’’‘‘At the last sea trial the engineers and technicians found the solutions to most of the problems and they have been repaired. We are waiting for new sea trials to confirm the repairs.’’‘‘The reason for the letter is our brothers on.