She dug her heels to halt, jabbing what remained of her shield with both hands into Sangrydr’s chest. With a wink, she tossed the destroyed armor in...o the air and teleported with the supersonic crack of air rushing into the vacuum she’d left behind.The familiar wave of exhaustion she felt every time she used her ability barely registered in her focused rush to attack. She’d only moved a few feet, but now appeared facing the other direction, looking right at Sangrydr’s now-exposed back. Veronyka. . . if I let her continue. I didn't want that right now . . . there was too much to show her first. I carefully moved her hand off of my rod, and she looked up with a disappointed look on her face. "I don’t want to shoot my load just yet Emma. It’s time for me to do a little lovemaking. I want you to lean back on your hands, push your hips forward and open up your legs for me. I want to closely examine this tight little. I told him that you’d probably want to keep your tits about the same size as the fake ones you’ve been using so that people you know wouldn’t see a difference. I mean, no sense advertising that you got a boob job, right? It’s better to look natural.”“Why?” I managed to ask.“Why? Why not?” she replied. “Just think how nice it will be to really have tits, Suzy! You won’t have to worry about men fondling you and discovering falsies. You’ll be able to wear sexy, low-cut blouses and dresses that. Gifts to your family, gifts to Sparky, although you have to be careful of those. Won’t you require malpractice insurance? Don’t medical journals cost like sin? Scientific journals do.”“And I get to give away anything I want to give away. Actually, that’s lucky. You might not have freed me from your own clutches, but you’ll free me from my family’s.”“Well, suggest something concrete, and I’ll send it over to them. You can say that I’ll pay the taxes, but probably I’ll pay less in taxes on a.