.it came off...." He did not know why, but he felt guilty, and nervous for a response. He had to wait for twelve brutally slow minutes."Not good, Char...lie." He recoiled in shame at his real name being used. "I kept yours on me, and you should have done the same." Sorry! I didn't think it would be a big deal!"Another seven-minute wait. Then: "Too late. Get a goddamn marker." A marker?!"Haha good one." Not a fucking joke." Sam had never seemed so frustrated at him, and he had no idea why he was. "I heard the jeweler laugh while he was still in the office."Chuck Johnson for Ben Phillips." Just a second, Mr. Johnson." Hi, Chuck, what are you up to?" I need for you to make sure a good chunk of money is deposited into the fund as we're speaking. Can you do that?" Sure, hang on while I log into the account. Let's see, okay there is a transaction in progress and the amount is, wow, seven million, four hundred fifty six thousand? Where did that come from?" Some loose jewelry that I had from. What a sight. Margaret lay there flat out on her back, legs apart, one knee raised. Her pants had not quite returned to cover her, and a set of labia lips were visible to one side. And there was cum over her thighs and the bedcover. Moreover, I’m sure there was more than just the one load. I tentatively touched the drops on her inner thigh and rubbed into her flesh. I must admit I was tempted to lick her legs clean but I worried about the door opening with another drunken sailor wanting to cop. She sat flatter on the chair as her butt lost fat and her feet became larger and more coarse. As her dressing gown flip-flopped into a masculine smoking jacket, she felt suddenly powerful and slightly aggressive as the suddenly transformation of her clitoris into a large penis and the emergence of a scrotum sent male hormones surging through her body. She knew that this time, she was larger, more handsome and more rugged than her former transformation into a boy. More accurately, this time.