She would have to be nude.Monica took her coat off and placed it on the hook on the door. She paced nervously around the room, and was relieved to see... Albert wasn't in his office and couldn't see that she was fully dressed.There has to be something, Monica thought. I could fake being sick. I could claim a family emergency. I could quit! Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door."Who is it?" Monica stammered."Roger," the voice said."Who?" Monica asked."Your deliveryman," he said.Roger. .. ooooo... ooooo... ohhhhh... ohhhhh... Papaaaaaa..." The tongue was wild on her clit. Her hips writhed and twisted. Her hands held her father's head at the back and pulled his mouth tighter to her loins.Laura's arousal became wilder still when her father's mouth locked itself on her throbbing clitoris and sucked it again and again."Papa... Papa... Papa... yes... yes, Papa... yes..." Laura kept urging her father to suck her clit. Her hips jacked up pushing her loins eagerly to her father's. ” “I’m going to fuck him, then” He stared at her, torn between raging hormones and a disquieting notion that he was about to be punished in the worst way imaginable. Still looking at her husband, she removed her bra, letting her breasts pop free. When he said nothing, she turned to Logan. She kissed him, then removed his shirt. He took her breasts into his hands, massaging the exquisite flesh. She moaned as he thumbed her nipples, and began unbuttoning his shorts. In moments she had his. The changes had been drastic enough that the nanobots had to "kill" you in order to complete their task. They had managed to sustain you throughout the process though, even if it appeared as though you were dead.The changes had not only cured your disease, but also got rid of any scars and wrinkles while giving you a more chiseled, youthful appearance. You were worried at first that someone might recognize you, but looking in the mirror, you barely recognized yourself anymore. Your short brown.