" Yes, but poppa says I was made in Italy," she said smiling, "the last thing they did before they left." And it was a very good thing they did," I an...wered, letting my eyes roam over her, letting her see my approval. "Magnifico!!" I said smiling as I kissed my fingers."Yeah right," she said as she blushed in pleasure.The top button of her dress had come undone sometime during the meal and now each time she moved or bent over I had delightful view of her full breasts. The pink bra turned out to. Underneath Azikiwe's phallus hung testicles the size of table tennisballs. And they looked like they had enough sperm to fill a bathtub.Whatever little resistance and self respect she had melted away in theface of that big fat cock head sticking out of its hood. It beckoned toher, commanding her allegiance. In that moment, Patricia knew she wasenslaved to the object of her lust.She solemnly pledged her allegiance to Azikiwe's cock and acceptedAzikiwe as her master. She would be a grateful slave. ”“‘Cause it might work for Celia, but any of these theoretical people you mentioned who might look into your treatment would still not be fooled by it since at some point you have to give the person an injection. Not to mention the fact that this isn’t replicable by anyone other than you. Someone’s bound to put that together.”“I’d thought about that.”“And?”“I decided we’d figure that out when we had to.”“For someone who’s got a souped-up brain, you’re pretty dense sometimes.”“Thanks,” I said. In a nutshell: The theory they came up with was, that there were aboutten different degrees of the gift. Which meant that not all giftedpeople had the same capabilities. That part was pure genetics andcouldn?t be changed. I remembered that call Mr. Steinberg had given onthe day he told me about the gift. I think he called me a possible ten,which meant that I probably was top of the foodchain. I couldn?t helpbut feel like some sort of superhero.The more interesting part was, that the gift could.