“You have a bigger pair of balls than I have, damned if I would be going back! Then again I heard you had a brass pair hidden somewhere,” Troy sai....“You don’t ever have to worry about getting the chance to look for them,” I replied with a laugh.The press conference had been moved back to 1700 to make sure it made the news cycle as the day’s major event.The girls - with Jason and Lisa - arrived in plenty of time to see the President announce Joey for the appointment. She would be the youngest. Damn!I said "take off your panties." "No, it's special like this", she said.Anything she feels as "special" when I feel her pussy is just fine with me.Now she had my shorts off too, and my cock was as hard and as full as it's ever been. She was waving it back and forth and sliding her hand up and down it's length, occasionally squeezing or twisting the head gently, teasingly. It never felt better, bursting to blast off.I pulled the leg-band aside and tugged on one of her pussy-lips.That didn't. I still can't open my eyes. Something clicks loudly. They are turning me cautiously on my left side. It hurts like hell. I hear the same sound again. A moment later, I am turned on my back and wheeled out.People are scurrying about. They are talking. I can make out at least three different voices but can't make sense of the conversation. For them, I am an object. My personality is not important. They are working on me, trying to fix me. I am thankful. No one is going to hurt me anymore. In this. Both girls smiled. “Nothing to lose, frankly”, said Annabelle who sat on the chair and filled out the application.“You’re right, and everything to gain”, added Trish who also filled out the form. The two girls were given a cardboard carrying case with some documentation. They walked together. Introductions were made. “Love your hair”, said Trish, “We rarely see redheads in California”.‘You look very California, and that’s a compliment’, said Annabelle, blushing the colour of her hair.Annabelle.