He knew everyone and arranging introductions made him more than a modest living. In the clandestine world of German crime, The Matchmaker was the one ...man everyone trusted, if only because everyone needs help once in awhile."Here," Wolfgang said, dropping a small roll of Euros onto the man's lap before taking a seat on an old, well-worn sofa."I had visitors today," The Matchmaker said, picking up the money and pulling the rubber band free so he could count it."Oh?" Friends of yours, I think." He. I turned my attention to the game, and won a hand. She found herself nude, since the catsuit couldn't be removed because the body hair was the last choice, and the body hair back would be torture. I won again, and her libido increased to match mine.I reached over and played with her breasts. Lightly smacked my hand away and I dealt the cards. She won, and I grew breasts to match hers. The bodysuit shifted to accommodate them, and supported them like a bra. My nipples were hard and pointing. Michelle gazed over to Madelain and saw the twenty year old girl. She was red head with a freckled face and pudgy. Not comely at all, in her opinion. She turned her attention to Michael in an effort to win him over. Like her late husband she laughed at Michael's lame jokes she heard hundreds times before. He was fascinated with Ulysses S. Grant and knew almost everything about the former general and president."Sis was always beautiful. Inside and out. Melissa and me survived the San Francisco. “How big is it Rick?” she asked nodding at my groin. “Five, maybe just making six inches?”I found myself looking down at the floor. “Five and a half,” I answered.“Yes, we mustn’t forget the half,” she smiled. “A half inch is very important to a man.”It was humiliating and yet it was exciting. I felt weak and powerless in her presence.“So what should we punish you for Rick?”I just shrugged my shoulders not wanting to respond. I knew why I deserved to spanked. I knew why I deserved to be punished.