Torch, I'm going to be blunt. What I'm going to tell you won't be easy to hear. You need to understand that the only reason we're talking right now is...because I feel an obligation, as a father myself, to inform you of certain... events that transpired this past Saturday."George gripped the small coffee cup in his hand so tightly he almost cracked it. He gritted his teeth and prepared for the worst."There's no easy way to say this," the man sitting across from him said, "but I have reason to. The drop of pre-cum formed a wet spot where the tip of his hard rod was straining the waistband of his boxers. Peter's massive dick throbbed and twitched as he removed his hand from his shaft, obscenely trying to tear free from it's constraints and spew semen in honour of Meagan."Is it working?" I think so," Peter grunted. "I can feel the advanced training kicking in, reducing my urge to cum, but it's taking a while since I'm barely clothed." And what about the fantasies of fucking Meagan?. And I had never let anyone of them inside me, just my mouth. “Listen, Betty, I want you to think seriously about what you think I’m thinking. Now I haven’t said anything, so legally no lines have been crossed, but you need to think about your future, your families, your dads. Your dad is an accountant Betty, just how well do you think he would do in prison?”I began to cry, and Mr. Thompson placed his hand on my knee. I shuddered. “Take tonight, and think about things. If you come to work. He must have reverted her back, and placed her in bed. But why? Why not leave her Moana the brainless Spanish Bimbo dancer.Veronica walked into her closet. The belly dancer outfit was there with a phone number in the ginormous bra. “Put this on, and call me if you liked last night. The note said. She didn’t even think, she was disappointed when she woke up thinking this was a dream. Truth serum or not. Her old life was tame and boring compared to being Moana. Veronica’s subconscious started.