But, now, lying in my bed wearing a sexy pair of Barbies' panties, new fantasies were coming to me. I would be a perfect sexy girl, I thought. I had n... facial hair, the peach fuzz on my body was like a girl's, my nipples were hard like a girls and my ass was just as sexy as any girl's. I didn't need any more proof that I could be a sexy girl. I felt like this was meant to be.It didn't take long until I was shooting another load of hot cum from my sweet little five inch cock, only it felt like. “Miss Grady-”“Gina, please.”He showed me a smile, “Gina it is then. Now, you need to know going in that I don’t believe one word of your report, and therefore, I totally denounce your hypothesis. However, I am a scientist, and as such, I must often ignore my own biases and deal with a particular subject objectively. I will give this project no less than my best effort and be open-minded enough to allow the facts and results to dictate how we proceed and our final conclusions. One last thing:. “Good,” said Mr. Armisen. “That should cover your flight.”Carson rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t know, sir. I mean… I hardly know you.”“I know,” said Mr. Armisen. “So, are you interested?”Carson bit his lip. All he could think about were those woman’s moans from behind the door of the suite as Mr. Armisen slammed into her.“Well, think about it,” said Mr. Armisen casually, as if he couldn’t care less either way. “Call me when you make up your mind.”“Okay,” he said shakily, and hung. Thank me after each one. Do you understand? "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." She is an eager little tramp, isn't she? Mark typed. Indeed, she is. She needs to be a slut like this for me, to learn her lesson. As she finished placing the clothespins on her nipples, I noticed she had opted to put them on sideways rather than tip on - a method less painful than I had intended her to experience. You put them on wrong, didn't you, slut? I asked, knowing she'd understand immediately."I put them ....