A very cute, simple but stunning butterfly adorns my ribcage. I thank him, and almost regret that our time is up. When I get home I ring my friend Ji...l. She’s the one who got me the ID. She squeals and gushes over the fact I did it. I can’t help but feel excited about it even more. We make plans to see each other the next day. I don’t tell her about Tig. I want to keep that part to myself. I make myself useful for the rest of the day, going to bed early. I can’t get Tig out of my mind, how. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips, bucking up against me, my balls slapping against her ass. I rolled her over on to her stomach, and raised her hips, entering her from behind. I’d also moved our position so her mom could watch as I fucked her doggie style. I watched as my cock stretched her tiny hole to the limits, pulling out till I could see the crown of my cock head before slamming it back into her hard and fast.She came again, screaming into the pillow this time, I pulled out of. “Mistress Bea said it would make life easier if we had names. I told her you called me Silver, so she put this bandana on me. Once we decided Captain Hail needed a new crew, my sisters adopted names too.”“I’m impressed, and more importantly I am very happy to see you,” I told her. I wanted to see the device. Bea and Cora kissed me and said they would see me soon, as they had to organise getting their things sorted and off the ship.Silver and Hail took me to see the generator as Silver called. Why did you do this to me?" I sobbed. "It's a long story", said Bob. "You see, I've worked for the CIA for years, for my whole adult life. We were working on this project for counter intelligence. Just think of how effective the brain transfer could be in the spy biz. The cloning option was an okay idea, but we didn't think it would ever really work. But the mind transfer, now that was something. We knew if anyone could help us finish this project, you were the one. We targeted you. That night.