You a spy?" No," 'Oz' shrugged, "I'm an Australian." Good, don't like spies." Hey," John called, "what about Benin?" He a spy?" the man asked."No, a N...w Zealander. What about the man's missus?" 'Oz' asked."This 'Benin, ' a New Zealander?" Spanish, 'Mujeres Libres'," 'Oz' explained."Ah, a lesbian! Does she do men? What's her price? Is she pretty? Hey lads?" the man called, "anyone seen a whore serving a gun?" Y'think I'd be in the fucking infantry?" one soldier replied, "fucking artillery get. She purchased a new, lacy, push up bra that he had to approve, as well as new thigh high leather boots. He had asked that she be freshly waxed – not one, stray hair on her pussy – and that her asshole be bleached so it was pretty and primed for his use. She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh highs, her boots and a few of the previously discussed sex toys that she had been using to prime herself for him. She had taken care of every request with joy.Now just a few minutes. I guest if a woman wants to take me home and fuck me, Peg would be one of my top choices.“Why did you pick me for this experiment?” I asked her with a quizzical smile on my face.“Because you were the best looking hunk in the bar, and I was very attracted to you.” She said with some relief.“Well I guess, I will go with you, but just give me a moment.” I said smiling at her.I went up to the waitress and got a piece of paper and wrote my friends a note, that said I just got picked up by a. "More than you can imagine," Budzinski replied. "It seems that neither of you have applied for a Capacity-Aptitude-Potential identification card. Didn't you know that it's mandatory to have one?"Cox laughed, "Things stopped being mandatory for me long before people stopped calling you 'kid', Budzinski!" I'll bet these three lovely ladies have CAP cards hidden somewhere in their skimpy outfits, don't you ladies?" Budzinski glanced up at the trio and smiled as they nodded and touched various.