I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist alive, t...ought she had found the cure the shota syndrome. She modified my genome and dubbed me the first-ever "clean" baby. Much to her disappointment, I was stuck with an impotent dick and a body incapable of the classic masculine physique like every other male child."You certainly are more handsome than most," she answered with a mischievous smirk.. My fiery insides clench down hard on you.I press my fingers in your mouth. I moan softly, my fingers curling to stroke your tongue as my hips twist side to side.I move my soaking hand to your pussy. Your legs spread, giving me free access.I part my own legs as I pump my fingers inside. My thumb reaches for your clit as I explore and push my fingers into you as best my trembling arms can. My rock hard nipples dig into your skin."That's good," you say. "Fist me, please. Push your clenched hand. If you want the job, turn up on Monday at 8.30. Red would suit you best. AM I was there before 8.30 and defiantly wearing blue. There followed an hour of hectic learning: files are here, contact numbers here, silversmiths here, lav here and you have to pump the handle or it won’t work, the bank manager is a bastard, I like assam tea and don’t tell me a PA doesn’t make tea or you’re fired, I’m gay so don’t try match making, never NEVER give me chocolate or I’ll become hyperactive and attempt to. And as he feared she used tits and all with her hug. "Christ she may as well wrap her damn legs around me" he thought. But there was nothing he could do but hug her back. He held her close. Arms tight around her. God he wanted her so bad. He moved his face close to her delicate throat and softly tried to take in her scent. She smelled wonderful.Then she pulled back from him. "Shit did she catch him smelling her"? he wondered. Then she leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek. But she was so.