“Yes!” she said in return.“We will work on this ourselves Charles, after we work out for a few weeks. We will let you see it first, in case-we�...re-too-hot!” K said touching her panty-covered butt with a finger and going, “Too Hot!”My dick just twitched showing itself to the ladies. They got into bed and this time; my wife had hold of my pecker.We all got up to go to the gym. The ladies wore suits covered by a T-shirt and a pair of my sweats. They looked so cute with their hair tied back into. They were so hot we almost got our mouths burnt. So we decided to add only one single chili to the chutney, and to cut a few additional slices for whoever wanted to add some more on their plate. As soon as this was done she told me the chutney needed to boil twenty minutes more before we could mash it and we'd better wash our hands very carefully meanwhile in order not to ruin our eyes while rubbing them. Before I could wet my hands under the tap, she gave me a bottle of peanut oil. “Here.. One last time, I let my slender hands and fingers run through my soft hair and linger over my curvy body. I let my musical voice utter a final pleasurable moan as I massaged my firm breasts, then took off my earrings. Once again, the transformation process began and ended almost immediately, and I found myself gasping for breath in my male body only moments later. I rubbed my now masculine hands over my hairy muscular body and thought wistfully about how much nicer it was to feel smooth supple. PAID. TO. FUCK. You get paid to do something inherently pleasurable. This is a job, like any other, but it comes with real perks and fringe benefits, even with the occupational hazards, wouldn’t you say?” Tyson rambled a bit, but his thoughts were actually very helpful.“So, yeah, I’ll never be President, but odds are, I wouldn’t be President, anyway. My grandfather was a Waffen SS officer. Like, for real. Hauptsturmführer Karl Koenig of the Sixth SS Panzer Grenadiers. He fought in Italy against.