"CINDY!" Rebecca gasped. The prostitute pressed her own 'pussy' against the policewoman's vagina. Teasing the hapless 'Twenty Something' policegirl, C...ndy rubbed her 'pussy' against Rebecca - the 'convicted' prostitute tightening her grip on the flimsy polyester-cotton of the policewoman dishevelled police-shirt. "... 'FUCK' ME, YOU BITCH?"Lowering herself, Cindy laid on top of the policewoman and kissed at each of Rebecca's erect nipples. The policewoman offered a soft, girlish sigh. Sergeant. For a moment, he wished he’d had something like it when he was younger. A self-cleaning lab certainly sounded like a treat. So did nanites to do all the chores he had when he was little.Spaced evenly down the corridor were recessed panes of glass that looked like they showed the lunar landscape. Obviously, they were holograms. The corridor had to be at least a hundred kilometers below the moon’s surface. He understood the psychological effect the builders were going for, but it had a bit of the. "Your language…" But she cut him off in mid-sentence. "Fuck my language!" She looked at the tail reflectively, still caressingit gently. "Doesn't seem to be much going on at the moment." "No there doesn't, but you know that humming we heard earlier?" She nodded, "WellI think it was working then, but," And here he looked at the tail more closely, "Ithink it serves other functions as well." Sheila continued to stroke the umbilical while he did his best to explain. "I think it also carries the. She always massages my gluts. Damn man, don’t you know that is always part of the deal. Besides what is the fucking big deal? You’re not homo or anything you’re just massaging me.”“Fine, but keep this between us, I feel funny doing this.”“Don’t worry man, just you and me.”I then poured a little oil on his ass and started to rub it in. Even though I put up a big stink deep down I wanted to massage his ass. I let both my hands work his big bubble butt. Rubbing them all over and in between his.