’ Sandra was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and was still shapely. Part of how she kept her job was her shape, model thin, due to a junkie diet of y...ghurt, lettuce, and water, that kept her hips and cheekbones prominent. Anything else made her sick. Sandra was dark and had the look of an AmerIndian about her, though she was really Italian and Lebanese, a strikingly beautiful woman. The view from her place was fantastic, the lights of the city to the north, the aching darkness of the lake to the. “We have a contract with a nearby clinic. The nurse will be here in 10 minutes for blood and urine samples. We get the results and your certificate in just over 2 hours and we pay their fees for everyone that we hire. Only then can we consider engaging your services; naturally you will have to have an audition and screen test – let’s just call that the casting couch!”The nurse was about as far removed from any fetish fantasy nurse as anyone could imagine, although some fetish fantasies are more. Her moanswent unnoticed in his frenzy, and he drove his finger in and outof the tightly restricting passage with savage thrusts. Herefforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by his kneesplaced firmly on the carpet between her thighs, and he stayed bentover her body, his mouth kissing and nipping voraciously at herthrobbing young breasts. Yet, in spite of his unthinking assault upon her naked flesh,the blonde teenager still felt the lewdly rising thrill ofseduction swirling through her. ." The room again filled with a bright light. This time, Lyle found himself disoriented for several seconds. When he regained his composure, he noticed that the room looked bigger than it had before. "What did you..." Lyle stopped. He clasped his hands over his mouth. His voice was a clear octave higher. "There," the old woman said. "That's much better." Lyle looked down at himself. He noticed two breasts protruding from his body. Quickly, his hand shot down to his pants. He.