“Damn, you two are so… ahh… My God! Ride that dick! Ohhhh!”Madame wickedly grinned hearing Vic’s answering on how she treated his cock, but ...her smiles were aiming for Ingeborg. Her venerable secretary and lover showed to love Vic’s requested intrusions at her pussy and watching Inge getting pleased turned Madame on even more than anything, or almost.“Inge, you look so hot when someone is doing you…”“And so do you, Madame!”Without any further exchange of words, the two ladies again kissed each. Who had created this thing? Why had it been left here? It must have beenintended for some sort of top-secret spy organization, Kira reasoned,but he could not explain how the device worked. He sat there wonderingwhat to do with this odd thing when suddenly his eyes wandered up to oneof his posters. His gaze focused on the smiling, kind face of Meer.Feeling his manhood stiffen in his pants, Kira suddenly had an idea.***A few days later, Kira was in a crowd waiting for Meer to appear onceagain.. My wife Sally laughed when I tried to explain it to her. She got me to admit how much I liked looking like a hot slut bitch and when she did the rest just came pouring out. Even I was amazed at the psychological changes that were accompanying the physical ones. I began to wonder if I wasn't being brainwashed. If I was, I didn't care. I enjoyed being the new me. I enjoyed being turned over. I just had my doubts about taking that one last step from which there would be no turning back.The. I began working out and didn't pay any attention to the only other person working out across the room. After about half hour, I was on my back working my legs. When I heard the middle-aged white dude say "You're doing it wrong. " I looked up and he was standing beside me. I said "What?" He repeated what he said and stooped down to push my legs showing me how far I should extend them. It felt awkward, his hands on my thigh, but I said thanks, and he walked away. I continued working out for maybe.