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He loves you, too... or at least he lusts after you. I can sense his male pheromones whenever you two are in a room together.” He laughed slightly, “They aren’t as powerful as your pheromones when he is near, but they prove that you lust after each other.” “Is that why you used his image in this dream?” Marcella asked. “It isn’t a dream,” he responded. “This is real. It is just a reality that I can control.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “And it is a reality I love. I often imagine myself on an island like this when I masturbate at night.” “I know,” he replied. Then he added, “Your browser history tells me all about what you like and don’t like, including where you fantasize about being when you are jilling off in the middle of the night.” Marcella’s breath was now coming in almost gasps. Her body was bouncing on the leather table– or as it was in her mind, on the warm sand of the Carribean isle. “Please... please... please...” she started to plead. “Please hooker what?” PLATO asked. “Please LET ME COME! ” she screamed back. Fingers now began sliding rapidly up and down over her clit while the fingers of his other hand pushed in and out of her cunt. A guttural moan slowly morphed into a loud scream as an extremely intense orgasm tore through her body. His hands continued to softly run up and down her body. She shuddered in the heat of an intense orgasm which slowly relaxed cuty down into a wonderful afterglow. As she relaxed, it was as if the sun were setting on her beautiful island. Then PLATO said softly, “Open your eyes.” She was again lying on the special table in cutie the growth lab. The restraints had been removed. “It is nearly time for the cleaning crews to arrive,” PLATO said softly. “It would be best casting if you got yourself cleaned up and were back at your station before they get here.” Marcella padded over to a small sink and used several paper towels to clean and dry herself. She was sitting at her work station when the chime sounded from the front door. The faces of amateur the four-member crew appeared on her monitor. They each held their employee ID cards up to the camera and she buzzed them in. “Same time tomorrow?” PLATO asked pleasantly before reverting to his more machine-like voice and saying, “All processing completed without incident” just as the cleaning crew entered the control room. “Same time tomorrow,” Marcella said in a very business-like tone. She was looking directly at the monitor as she leaned in closer and added very softly, “It’s a date, love.” END OF STORY This is an edited re-post of a story I had here earlier. Non the less I hope you enjoy it. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was high school I baby sat for the Anderson's. They were a nice couple in their mid-thirties. But he was a day's ride away now. She’s pregnant by someone, she’s not sure whom though. “Julia Clive was raped, there is blood and semen on her inner thighs. Cum in her!” I dressed quickly. Now, what do you say? “The others will be wondering where cuty we’ve got to.” We rinsed off quickly, dried ourselves and got dressed – if you can call putting on casting a single garment getting dressed. I will grow a long beard, yes, amateur and I will go bald, but I won’t shave the stuff off the sides! Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. My hooker eyebrows perked up as cutie I noticed her left nipple was pierced. If he could find a way to conceal his scent, to confuse Zanyia's nose... “Later!” “Make sure she doesn’t leave your sight. When I got home there was nobody there. I threw caution to the wind and opened up my legs and motioned for Pete to come here and guided his head to my pussy where he started to eat me. I became really excited and want a cock in me. I pulled up Pete and unbuckled his pants, pulled them down and started to suck his cock.