“Please,” she added, to assert her confidence, even if she had the slightest tinge of doubt.“He’s okay with you sucking and fucking my cock?�...“As long as I want it,” Kate answered.“And being my slut?”“If I want to be,” Kate replied.“You think you can help it? Being my slut?” Jack challenged. He had a point. Kate couldn’t help it, and that was part of what made her so hot for him. She’d be his bitch in heat if he demanded it.“Maybe not,” Kate admitted.“Maybe he should come in and watch, then,”. Slowly she walked back to us, her clit was proudly on display and her neatly trimmed pubic hair looked so gorgeous, her nipples were hard and protruding nicely. To my surprise she did not walk to the side that I was sitting, instead she walked to Pat’s side to pass him his beer. His face was no more than two feet from her naked pussy and he saw her intimately. Pat’s eyes popped as he saw her naked pussy, he took the beer from her and said, “Let me see your scar, I have never seen it before.” . Becky took some measurements of my arms, chest, and waist the day we began my transformation. Every couple weeks after that, she would weigh me and take new measurements and write them down. She never shared the results with me and I had to wonder if I was making any progress. I had access to weight scales in the gyms and my weight really didn't seem to drop very much for a guy eating like a damn rabbit.I did spend some time making a system out of the mess of papers and bills Frank had stuffed. We were scanning all available files on our network, looking for a breach. We quickly divided up the tasks among us and started our search. It was frantic. Lars hadn’t given us an exact deadline for finding the problem, but alluded to the fact that if we didn’t find the security breach soon, the damage would be irreparable. It was a typical war games scenario and we occasionally tossed information back and forth among us to help the search with others. We were nearly an hour into the search.