I joined Dr. Aaron Singh in his lab at Carnegie-Mellon University. A short, dark-skinned man with a ready smile and perpetual twinkle in his eyes, it ...as impossible to miss his enthusiasm for his work."Here are some examples of what we were able to do last year," he said, bringing up a series of side-by-side pictures on his 36-inch monitor. The first pair of pictures was the same blue-eyed woman with short dark hair. Or that's what I would have sworn. Maybe they could have been identical twins. My guilt returned, bubbling inside my stomach. "Doesn't it sound like fun?" Sure," I lied. I was getting good at lying to April. Going to a bar with Lillian, especially pregnant and unable to drink, didn't sound like fun.April turned, her stomach gently swelling with Master's child, her large, dark nipples were hard. They were so big compared to her tiny breasts. Though hers were swelling with her pregnancy, while my A Cups hadn't changed a bit. That was fine, Master loved my tits. I was. I...” “So, is that what you're going to be doing all day? Standing around, face in your hands, saying ‘I can't?’ I had a decision to make so thanks for making this easy for me. Beth!” After a few seconds, a head popped out of the largest room based on curtain size. “This one's yours.” Beth gestured a salute and her head disappeared behind the curtains. “Listen, you should have figured it out by now, well… maybe not you,” she pointed at Brooklyn. “You’re not here because you’re better at. "But..I..I have nothing to um..give.." I winced as he ran his huge hand up my smooth thigh and grabbed the back of my neck. "Oh, I think you have a lot to give. Pretty little pixie such as yourself..oooh..trust me..I can take a lot from you." His voice was deep and warm against my neck and I could feel myself growing wet between the legs. He ran his hand on the back of my head and grabbed my neck firmly. I had very short pixie hair so he could only grab my neck. He pushed my head down.