I was amazed how much her looks had improved. The colors of her skin didn’t match on her cheek, but the scar itself was hardly detectable. Cosmetics... could take care of the difference. This might have to be applied for the rest of her life, but the shape was good. The nostril was shaped well, but there was little blood or nerves feeding into the edge, so here again, Angie had to rely on makeup to make it less noticeable. I thought the surgeon’s work was amazing. I did have to keep reminding. You have a layover of approximately eight hours there. You fly out of of JFK at 8pm for London. You will be met New York for a briefing. Your tickets are being held at the counter at Tryon International Airport." She said it all very businesslike. There were no pleasantries at all."Why is the layover so long in New York?" I asked."As I said before you will be met there for a briefing. It's all very routine," she promised me.As I expected I had a terrible time sleeping that night. I didn't. She started by washing his cock and balls with a cloth and a separate bowl of water, then she dried him off and gave his erect cock a few wanks and said something in Japanese. The big boss smiled and everyone smiled with him. It seemed to me like they were all trying to please him and were scared to death of doing anything wrong.Tatumas then got one of her daughters to hold his erection out of the way and proceeded to very slowly inject the liquid into one of his balls. It was a fucking big. I get some anxiety when buying female underwear from women, but when other men are present this feeling is heightened. Actually I had never been in a situation like that before.But today was not a day to chicken out!I asked for the panties in in the shop-window. "What size?" Big. She showed me a pair in the biggest size. Yep, definitely the same model I have home. So what to do? They seemed bigger though. And quite silky. And they are brand new, maybe they would feel better on me? So without.