.. Hello? Mister? This is Number Three in Lab 2speaking... Number one has an observation made about the subjectframe... Too weak in regard of the brea...sts... Do you allow correctionsto be made? Oh, not much... About 10 to 20 per cent... Yes, it wouldindulge vertebral damage at medium term... Reduce a cup size? Yes, itwould be in the tolerance... Thank you, Mister. Sir? The manager allowsreducing the breasts to 40DD." Great! A bimbo like this one will spend a lot of time showing her titsand I bet. Williams would grumble about cleaning up after one of his fuck sessions. But what did she expect? The apartment was spacious. A kitchen and dining room, large living room, his private bedroom, the fuck room and a smaller guest room. He didn't often have guests, but sometimes weather conditions or events in the city booked up the better hotels. He relaxed with a good Scotch, sated. It had been a good evening. But something nagged at him.Days went by, his evenings a mix of work and events. As. They discovered my hiding place and after a mighty battle, I was subdued -- they attached the symbol of my submission!All the work made me hungry. When I made my state of misery known, they attacked me again! The Warrior-Heart came to my aid even though I had earlier betrayed him. Somehow we survived by both of us sucking each nipple (yes, six of them), licking each clit (three of them begging for attention), and kissing each sweet lady until their knees collapsed. Lucia was extremely valiant. He often wore a hoodie to conceal his long, blond hair and androgynous body. I'd watched him since he came into high school and seen how badly he got teased and bullied by the alpha males and their pack though I found it hard to be sympathetic after what he'd tried to pull on me.I had been a bit of a troublemaker when I was young so I knew enough of the tricks k**s used and had my own countermeasures in place, like test answer keys with wrong answer hidden in my desk. And James' test perfectly.