Simon just smiled. 'What ever you say Zoe, I need to make sure I'm ok.'Once again Zoe tried to hide the nervousness from her voice 'Well, can you plea...e take your shorts off? I need to put a couple of probes onto your legs' Simon beamed at her. Zoe could feel the wetness multiply between her legs as Simon dropped his shorts leaving him lying on the bed in just his boxers. Zoe could see the large thick outline of his semi erect cock straining to be released. She nervously put another couple of. There was also information regarding their sperms fertility rating; which, I noticed, was considerably high! What was also somewhat fascinating was their pregnancy success rating; meaning how successful they were, on average, in getting the women they had been with for this purpose actually did get pregnant. On average, at least based on the ones Nadine had already flagged as 'possibles', they came in at around 92.23 percent! That meant, among other things, that these guys had some very fertile. And, he thought, if a priest can do that, then a monk could certainly do it also. He had watched and heard everything that transpired and, when the young girl walked gingerly away, he was already formulating a plan to get her too. He envied the priest for having got the nymphet's cherry but he knew he could still surprise her. The priest, he had noted, was of average genital size. Brother John, on the other hand, was extraordinarily well endowed which was one of the reasons he had been in. Mr. Crabtree chuckled as if he knew just what she was thinking. ‘Satisfaction is what we sell here at BBC, yes, sex and satisfaction, so we expect our employees to help get that point across with our customers. Do you understand what I am saying?’ Gloria could see that Mr. Crabtree was staring into the cleavage of her double Ds but instead of being offended, she felt herself getting wet between her legs. ‘Yes Sir Mr. Crabtree I’m here to do whatever you want me to do.’ ‘Well you sure are one.