I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene, but continued to watch, pre-cum beginning to leak from my hard cock. Niki's nightie finally came loose and dro...ped around her body. When it did, she looked up and saw me standing there watching. Our eyes met and held for a moment, silently.I came to my senses at that point and started apologizing, almost stammering in my desire to explain away my voyeurism. Niki just smiled shyly and said, "I'm the one who's sorry, John. It's my fault. I shouldn't have. Boop. Boooo-* ‘Hello, welcome to the Palm Tree Inn and Suites. My name is Barbara how may I help you?’ tripped lightly off her tongue. There was no answer, just thirty seconds of classical music. A voice clicked on. ‘Thank you and good-bye,’ it chirped. As before, the line went dead. ‘Hrm, that silly recording again.’ Barbara hung up, looked around, and decided that it was all junk. She swept everything but the phone, the computer, and the registration book into the round file. Feeling. "I... I don't know" breathed Jacki, torn between the sexy daze she was in andher previously conceived notion of boyhood."Fine," snapped Michelle, banging shut the comic. "Then get up, getundressed and fuck off! You'll never again come over here and play with me." No, please Michelle, please don't say that. I want to keep playing dressups with you and read this sexy stuff... I... I just don't know if I can... can... suck you." There's no choice to be made you little sissy, either suck my girly. "Private Robert Redburn, there is no requirement to thank the AI," the AI reminded for the umpteenth time."AI, there is no need to address me as 'Private Robert Redburn' every time. If I'm the only 'Private Redburn' in the room, that will do." Very well, Private Redburn." And my mommy raised me to be polite, and any intelligence, artificial or otherwise, deserves to be treated with a certain degree of politeness, and that includes yourself. Thank you, AI." You are welcome, Private Redburn."Bob.