“What are you doing in here?”, he transmits.“I am J4n3, here to depersonalise this room.”“So am I. It does not need two of us to do this. Pl...ase leave for reassignment.”“I will.” J4n3 turns and exits.Br4d13y works quickly. The apartment have been rented by a couple, Bradley and Jane. He used to be Bradley, but he does not know who this Jane is. The nanites in his hand quickly devour any evidence of their existence, photos, letters, personalised possessions. He scans the flat for other items,. Their fingers began smearing the strange paste all over his cock and scrotum. They rubbed until none of the paste could be detected on him.Both leaned back and watched him, or rather watched his cock. 'What the hell was the game here?' Almost concurrent with that thought, he was aware of his scrotum heating up, the way a muscle ointment will heat up the skin. But then, within seconds he could almost feel the blood pounding into his cock, and without any lapse of time, it moved through. Pulling them down and stepping out of them. Following them with her knickers, giving us the briefest flash of her orange/red pussy. Then realising that she’s undressed from the bottom up she laughs and removes her top so that she’s standing in just her bra. Cleavage giving us an indication of some decent boobs packed in there.Samson is looking up at her, but as soon as he gets a whiff of her pussy he steps into her, head between her thighs, tongue onto and over her pussy lips. She shivers and. When I got home that afternoon, what I found in my email box shocked me. There was an email from each person in the France gang. All except Brittany, and she was online. I instant messaged her immediately."OMG!" she immediately replied. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU!" How are you?" Great, how about you? How's France?" It's amazing thanks, how is everyone in BH?" They're doing good. I heard you talked to Leo." Yep, he sounds like he's doing well." Yeah, well he sat at the popular table, so I would.