Three months of intense fun, but nothing truly new.And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right. His doubt motivated me to find out. It made...me edge him harder. It made me stop and let go, every time my instinct screamed at me “He’s a man!! Make him cum!!” It’s why I insist on playtime every night, no matter what’s happening in our daily lives or how tired I feel. I wanted to know… to genuinely know… could I break him? Is it even possible?Well…Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally…. You hear a soft little moan, and realize it comes from your own mouth... Then you fel a drop of your pussy juice actually escape your moist pussy lips... You know the cameras catch it.. You fel it grow bigger and bigger.. then it sags down towards the floor, before the strand snaps, and the drop hits the floor with a barely noticable plop... It is quiet downstairs.. You can hear nothing... You don't know how long you are standing there for, but it feels like eternity... Then you hear the sound. It was a kind of appropriately demure punishment for amounting to little more than a flee in the larger scale of cosmic evolution, to ride on the same subway across the stars, everyday, to the same place, talk to the same person. What a job though. More than that: what a ride, to ride the plume.It was long, and arduous, and for the better part boring. In essence, a real job. I played out a lot of fantasies involving myself. It was an advice Yar had given me and had paid off handsomely, saved. "What made you guys quit?" She lied to me," he said, with a touch of venom in his voice.Pam nodded again. She could hear the anger and hurt in his words. It didn't really register, though. She was looking for details. The more he told her, the hotter she got. It was all a really bad idea because she wouldn't be able to control herself if she kept it up, and she was dying to know more, anything if it meant she could sit there another minute with his cock so close."What did she lie to you about?".