“I’d like to work with Ms. Clarke on her side of things, too.”“What about the military?” asked Jane.“That’s sticky,” I said. “I have...an idea, but it’s radical.”“Hit me.”“Did you ever read anything by a guy named Richard Sapir?”“Doesn’t ring a bell.”“I have,” said Doug. “My dad had a bunch of his books. I read them when I was a teenager.”“Tell her,” I said.“They were modern pulp novels, about two guys. One was a white guy, an ex cop who they faked his death, and the other was his mentor, an old. "Nothing," She said. "You are so good at that I was worried I was about to cum. I don't want to do that until I have felt you in my pussy. Make love to me."She reached down and pulled her bathing suit off completely so we were both now stark naked. I gazed at her enormous breasts and succulent pussy, and could think of nothing better that loosing my virginity to her. However doubts were playing on my mind. "Are… are you on the pill?" I said nervously "I don't have any protection with me." "It. .how could I trust him?After a few minutes of teasing and tormenting my raging hard-on, he had me in a right state. He never said a word while he took me toward total abandonment, I was on the point of begging him to rip my pants off when he made a move on my zipper. He flicked the button open, then dragged the zip down, the relief from the tightness on my pants made my cock expand even more. Raising my butt off the seat for him, I helped to drag my pants down to my knees. He gave me a kind of. Smith, which I don't admit, no-one willbelieve you. As I said before we have records of you asking forsurgical treatments; we have your written requests and signed releasesand voice recordings and CDs of you expressing pleasure at the results.Now consider, we can release you as you are or we can give youacceptance of your physical transformation, or, and I hate makingthreats, we could modify your personality to turn you into a sex-madslutty whore or an air-headed bimbo with an IQ of about 70.