As soon as she said it, I recalled that by that same subtle process on our very first meeting I had told her more about my engagement to Mildred break...ng down than I had ever told anyone in the last quarter of a century, including any of my own family.The Air Officer Commanding was an athletic, upright chap in his middle fifties, called Bradley, with hair greying at the temples and a thick, dark brown handlebar moustache, clearly a veteran of the Royal Air Corps of the Great War. He greeted me. And she proved it, healing a young woman’s broken arm with her hot jizz. Then she fucked the girl and then me. And the entire time, I wished to have my own futa-dick, to have my daughter fluff my girl-cock the way Pattie, Dr. Rita’s fourteen-year-old daughter, fluffed hers. I wanted to get wild on camera.And B, the futa-fairy, answered. In exchange for a future promise, which did concern me, I grew my dick. She gave it to me while I napped, letting my camerawoman, Hosannah, edit together the. ’ I said. ‘What?’ she asked, not knowing what I was talking about. ‘Whatever signal you just gave the other girls. I didn’t even see you do anything.’ She smiled, ‘That’s what makes it such a good signal.’ It was pretty clear that I knew she was a prostitute, so she didn’t have to play coy. ‘How did you know he was a cop?’ she asked. ‘I saw him bust another girl last night at Mandalay Bay,’ I lied. ‘Or at least, I saw her go up the elevator with him, then come back down five minutes later in. I was more into sports than he was as I had started running cross-country track in junior high. He was nerdy and smart. He was on the academic decathlon team, which he seemed to enjoy though it certainly wasn’t going help him pick up girls, which I teased him about. Mostly he spent a lot of time reading and studying. I knew though that he loved me and would do anything for me. He has a kind of thick skin. Not much bothers him. Probably not surprising when you consider what I wrote earlier about.