They took turns posing with their fingers buried deep inside of me, first in my pussy, then in my ass and finally in both orifices at the same time. A...ter each of them had a turn at that, one of them came up with an even more degrading idea for their photographs. They began taking turns opening their zippers and rubbing their lube covered erections over me.I knew that soon enough their erections would be inside of me. But I tried not to think about it. There were so many of them. I still wasn't. Both women were as usual dressed provocatively; it's almost like theywere in competition with each other to see who can be the mostflirtatious. Today they were almost identically dressed, tight blackminiskirts, satin blouses, one white the other cerise, heavy but perfectmakeup, flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose, red satin panties andbra, black heels, one shod in Louboutin, the other Blahnik.Beatrice once again recalled her lesbian encounter at ChelmsfordFinishing School for Young Ladies. Just as they were about to ask who wascontrolling it, they watched as her body leaped onto the table andstuffed a flower from the centerpiece into its mouth, then armsflailing started picking at her clothes."Oh no! It can't be. Is that you, Doris? Give me a nod yes if it is."Sandra asked her own body, approaching it slowly.With an eerie feminine grunt, Sandra's body gave its head a big shakeforward, dislodging its hair down. Sandra and Dave watched as the nowhuman-chimp, played with the locks. The first thing was to get to reach the transfer point at the ISS.As Annabelle and Martha were showing Robert some of the conceptual drawings on the wall, there was one that caught Robert's eye. It had what looked like the old original space capsule of the sixties and seventies. It was attached to a centre column which appeared to be one or two hundred feet long, followed by another pod which appeared to have something to do with propulsion. Annabelle said this was her version of a space.