When I look in a mirror I see an improved version ofmyself; there is a look of vitality that I never saw before. And, myabdomen is flat again. Not b...d for an ex-retired guy. I guess I didn'tmention that I was recruited by the Mission out of retirement. I'm 65and look a healthy 50. Advanced age was not a disqualifying factor inrecruitment. Maturity was actually sought after. Our bodies became youngand healthy after the physical reconditioning. Thanopses told me thateventually every human. My heart pounded with excitement as he gripped my wrist with his big black hand, and forced it high up my back, "keep it shut or I'll break your arm" he ordered.The sheer power the man made me weak at the knees, he moved to grip my throat as if to possess me but instead he released my wrist and rifled through my pockets, "sixty, that all you done, I charge a hundred protection fee so you are in deficit as we speak, come, we will discuss." He wrenched my arm up my back again and gently pushed. As Friday rolled around, I looked forward to our date with eager anticipation. I wore my sexiest little black dress, black hose and black fuck-me pumps. I arrived early, sat at a table near the bar, and was enjoying a drink when Brad called and told me he had to work late and couldn’t make it. I was crushed, but said nothing to that effect. So great, here I was, all dressed up, but with some place to go yet no one to “go” with.I just sat there and sipped my drink, wondering what to do next,. “That’s not very lady-like.” Nurse Ellen announced as she burst through the rusty, squeaky office door.“The breeze feels good on my cock.” Diana protested. “If I close my eyes, I can pretend I’m nude sunbathing in Vancouver. It’s revitalizing, the hot sun soaking into your skin while there’s still a chill in the air. Have you tried it?”“No,” Ellen said as she wrapped Diana’s arm to take her blood pressure. “You should stop talking about nudity while I do this. Futanari are easily.