I do this with the SciFi tropes of Artificial Intelligence and nanites, but much more realistic and scientifically valid versions of everything. Basic...lly, grant me a powerful A.I. for story purposes and from that I try to build the rest without violating any laws of physics or reality or relying on unknown future science.Starting with Chapter Three, I plan to bring one character (or set of characters) into my world in most chapters. I'll try to include a basic wikipedia link for easy character. His tongue played with my clit until I was almost crazy.Daddy always enjoyed eating good pussy, as he called it, and he always told me that I had the best tasting snatch in the world. I didn't care about how good my pussy was tasting to him just then, I just wanted to feel his dick inside me."Oh, please, Daddy, don't make your little girl beg. Oh, please fuck me."Daddy could no longer resist my plea. (Either that, or his hard dick needed my warm pussy.) He got up and hastily removed his pants.. It didn't take much effort for him to ease mum's dress up over her bottom, so he could grab two handfuls of bare buttock. God, I'm so fucking pissed, mum said, as she clamped her mouth over his, and in no time they were making a meal of a tongue sandwich. Mum was shamelessly writhing against him with the effort of holding her bladder, which aroused the lad even more. Emboldened, he moved a hand round to mum's crotch, hoisting her dress up as he did so, and slipped a finger into her cunt. Mum. She had given few blow jobs in her entire life and now she had promised that a stranger would receive the best one ever. Was she a fool? Or did she want to get her ass beaten black and blue?At least, tied like this, she would be able to use her hands, one at a time, as well as her lips and tongue. That was a small mercy.It seemed like the door had barely shut before it opened again. Was Paul back already or had Master Exeter been waiting in the lobby?The ropes were long enough to let her kneel.