Well, I thought to myself that I could certainly spare a little genetic material, a cheek swab, or snip of skin or something, so I called the number.T...e woman on the phone answered, “Jonard genetic material collection center.”“Uhh, hi this is Steve Wilson, I was calling about a sign I saw on the bulletin board.”“Ah yes, are you willing to participate in our study.”“Uh, yeah I guess so, how much does it pay?”“It pays $75 per hour; you will be busy for about five or six hours.”Awesome I thought. Mandy ran her nails lightly over my back. “You know what, honey?” she cooed, “I can actually feel the difference now. Not only are you shorter, but you aren’t as thick, either… Does that excite you, needle-dick?”“Yes! Jesus, yes!” I croaked.“I bet I don’t feel as tight as usual, do I?”“No! You don’t feel tight! Oh, fuck, you aren’t as tight!”Mandy giggled wickedly. “Wrong, pin-dick! My pussy is as tight as ever – it's your little cock that's shrunk, so of course I’m not gonna be tight for you. Judy.Steve had been reading a recently purchased book and with just about each turn of the page he slyly searched out the best of the best, savoring them in his imagination.Or so he thought.Young, precocious girl that she was, Judy was just as actively searching for stud material as much as Steve was searching to fulfill his voyeuristic appetite. Steve got much more than he could have ever bargained for as Judy, and her Itsy Bitsy Bikini, brought her and some of her friends into Steve's. And I don't think it has anything to do with your lack of confidence in the pose itself. I'd hazard a guess that it's something else you're bringing into the session."That sounded familiar to Trent. "Did Sasha set you up for this?" he said, somewhat dubious that she would say almost the exact same thing that his employee had during the drive yesterday.Anne looked confused for a moment. "Sasha? No, she didn't say anything to me about you." Oh, ok," Trent said, feeling a little ashamed. "It's.