There was a vest but no blouse, so most of her luscious tits were exposed. It buttoned securely across her upper tummy and forced her breasts together... and upward to emphasize their fullness. Not that they needed to be emphasized, mind you, but she looked spectacular wearing it. The color and the cut were perfect.Her shorts, cut high on the hip, were tight enough to have been painted on and the extra appliances sewn into the crotch would be constant reminders of her feminine anatomy throughout. “So…” She said turning back and slipping off her tee-shirt off of her shoulders. “…my tattoo.” She clutched the garment to her small, bra-less breasts and stood in the middle of my office looking straight at me, almost defiantly. I could see, what obviously the tail of the wyrm was, start at the hollow of her throat, before it passed around her neck and over her right shoulder. To see the rest, I had to get up and walk around her. It continued over her shoulder with the body of the thin dragon,. " I should have felt humiliated, but as I saw he was naked from the waist down and his big black cock was dangling down there tempting me, I only felt hunger. I dropped to my knees beside him, then obsequiously crawled between his legs so as to not block the view of his television. He said, not to me, "Oh yeah, I have white cocksuckers coming over regularly to extract loads from me. I mean I have a hot white girlfriend to fuck, but girls just don't suck cock like white boys. They're only good. "We're goin' downstairs to grab a bite to eat. You hungry?"He looked up, annoyed. "No." Suit yourself," the other man shrugged. He was only being polite anyway. His co-workers left the lab, leaving Holland Campbell staring at the code, trying to figure out where he had messed up.Without question, Campbell was the smartest person in the company, if not on the entire east coast. His ideas weren't just brilliant, they were sometimes so far out of the box, they bordered on being downright crazy..