Wong carefully examined her host body again. This slave girl was probably in her early 20's. Her breasts were firm and perfectly formed. Wong estimate... her host body to be 6 foot, 150 pounds and 38D, 25, 37. Her waist tapered nicely until it hit the swell of her full hips. Wong swiveled from side to side appreciating the nicely rounded look her host body had. As she turned she could see that her host body's buns were firm and well padded. Wong finally had transformed himself from an Asian male. She just fanned her hand at me. He stood up and greets us with a hug. It seems so inappropriate. Holding me in his embrace he whispers, “Just relax.” I take my seat between my mother and aunt, as they grilled Maxwell about his upbringing and just how much time he had spent with my grandfather before he passed. After dinner, right before dessert, I excuse myself from the table to make a trip to the ladies room. I had since calmed down, becoming comfortable with putting in input in the. And Cindy told me how things were going, I kept imagining what it would be like to sneak away with you and get my bell rung like that. I wasn't jealous, because it was obvious she was giving all of it a lot of thought. The very first time you did something, the first thing she said to me was that she understood now why girls got into trouble so often. It convinced me that what you two were doing was valuable."Except she kept wanting more," I said."I wanted more right along with her," said. ‘Morning,’ I say again as I place the mug in front of her. She looks up at me. I can’t read her expression. ‘Wayland Barker,’ she says. I figured as much. ‘What?’ ‘Wayland Barker,’ she says turning the folder around and pointing to the page. ‘It says here a man name Wayland is the key witness in the death of those cops.’ My eyes narrow as I look at her, almost in disbelief. ‘Seriously?’ I ask. The folder was a file on the murder of my friend… where she’s the lead suspect. ‘What do mean.