Now I need to get back to that office and continue to untangle the paperwork hell she created over ten years." Good luck on that Jordan, she was glad ...o escape it. I will be at reception in my quarters if you need me."Silor returned to his room and Jordan to his work when one of the people he was expecting arrived. It was the old taskmaster himself, B'rill, sometimes referred to as the Drill, but never to his face."You called, I came, what's up boss." I have a special job for you. A real hard. —The c***d Exhibitionist— I can’t remember a time when I didn’t get off being naked in front of friends and even complete strangers. When I was seven or eight my friend Daniel and I used to go to my tree house, high up in an oak tree where I would strip down with little fear of being seen by anybody. Daniel would stand next to me, fully clothed, and watch as I pissed off the platform. We would watch the golden stream emerge from the slit in my tiny, hairless penis and sail to the ground thirty. If all goes well, we'll be able to lay her suspicions to rest and move on.If the implants work like we hope they will, we might start using them as standard equipment, and they could allow for other character selections (e.g. Velma Dinkley). If the new implants don't work well enough to fool her, then we'll just shut Barbara down and implant the memories we want more directly. (Even if they fail in other respects, the new updated implants will greatly speed up memory rewrites.)The other issue. A pungent scent of sweat and lubrication filled the space between my face and her crotch. I could feel her body tense as I flicked my tongue over her now engorged clitoris that peeked out from under its dark hood. The viscous fluid that oozed from her vagina had a sweet, metallic salty flavor. Her pussy tasted like real pussy and I loved it. She placed the palm of her hand on the back of my head and gently pushed my face deeper into her crotch. Alternating between licks, nibbles and loud.