She stopped posing and looked at me. "Hey, I know how this works. It makes the model more comfortable if everyone in the room is just as naked as they... are." It was obvious what she was doing, but it worked. I put my camera down, and looking at her, pulled my shirt over my head. Stacy looked approvingly at my body. I kept in shape, so I felt confident standing there. I picked up my camera again and asked "should we keep going?"Stacy made a few more poses, and with a little more liquid courage,. "You are welcome, wife. I do hope you have talked to Susan about this, for it entails a lifetime commitment. I won't accept anything less." She just smiled, and I knew that she agreed to the condition.This time Chris stated, "Husband, we need to go to the medical section first, to get you registered. We will get some abnormal growths removed from you." What is this about growths being removed?" I also noted the appellation."There is no danger. The procedure should only take a few minutes, and. Her gaze dropped to her hand, it was like time stood still, Sammi staring at her own hand as it touched my hard cock.It was probably only seconds, but it felt like an age, both of us staring down at her small hand. Then her head moved down, realising that her panties were on view under her dress. Her eyes moved up, locking with mine, looking like my young innocent daughter, embarrassed. “Sorry daddy” she said, but her hand hadn’t moved away. Her head moved closer to my face, her breath was deep. From that point, everything was a whirlwind of blowjobs, handjobs, and the occasional fuck. I was beyond frustrated, and needed to vent as much steam as I could. After all, this was Covidia ― where the population loved suckling the tit of the nanny state, and still engaged in asinine superstitions, like saluting flags, and choosing "leaders."Covidia ― where some pixelated prick, with a Ph.D. after his name, could tell you to drink a pint of your piss for breakfast, and you'd comply. "The CDC.