Nice and slow. There we go. Now, you have two choices. You can be converted with the Converter here. Or you can be Atomized with this. Your choice. I ...really don’t want to have to clean up any more remains, so those are your options. Choose wisely, my friends,” I instructed the mere twenty or thirty odd survivors of the assault.“I ... will be converted,” Jessamine Wilcox, Milan’s elder daughter, agreed.“Jess ... no ... don’t! It’s the Mark of the Beast. You’ll never come back from that!” Milan. With my knees pinned, I slowly allowed myself to go forward with my head falling conveniently between her wide open legs. My face was now only inches from the delicious looking pussy that only minutes before was only a fantasy through a window. I was now in the sixty-nine position with the beautiful blond exhibitionist that was moments before, exposing herself to me through the window I was cleaning. With my knees either side of her on the bed, I felt her take my stiff cock in her hand and rub. She always wore black and slinky and made sure her heels were stilettos. Last night had been the first time she had not been able to meet with her friend, another client had booked her weeks in advance and she was curious to meet with the young woman. If the pictures she had sent Vickie in her E-Mail were any indication, Vickie was going to have a grand old time with Mei-Ling. She hadn’t wanted to disappoint Debra Jo, she valued her business and friendship. She had impressed it on Heather that. I could hear my own voice through the wall as I left a message on the recorder. “Hi honey it’s me. I hope you are doing something fun and can keep doing it because it looks as if I’ll be working past midnight. See you in the morning.” and as I hung up the phone I heard one of the guys say, “Looks like your about to get more of what you love, whore. A lot more. Somebody call the rest of the guys. We haven’t broken her yet.” And with that, I switched off the monitors and went out for a quiet.