You cup your own hands over my breasts as they begin to move lazily with each hard, slow thrust. Toying with my nipples, your thrusting becomes faster... feverish, purposeful. My moaning becomes louder and just when I think I'm going to succumb to orgasm, you pull out! I scream with disappointment, but you quell the height of my cry by placing your hand, that is covered in my juices, over my mouth, moving it hard against my face. You kiss the backside of your hand and move your lips to my chin, I. Slut. One would think you were all alone and not entertaining company this afternoon.You withdraw your hand and raise it to your mouth, opening your lips you slide your finger inside and suck it clean of your creamy juice, still looking across the short distance into my eyes.Your other begins unbuttoning your blouse as you begin to fuck your mouth with your finger. Two, three buttons, fabric falling open...four, five...I can see that you have worn that half-bra I like again today. Slut.You. Or at least below us in social stature, then we might give them the confidence to feel better about themselves and improve their status. So I am offering you free blow-job.”“What’s the catch?”“No catch, except that you also have to ‘lay it forward’. You have to offer yourself to three people in the next week and get them to lay it forward too.”To Rob, who hadn’t had sex in the last year, the prospect of three more sex acts in the next week seemed too good to be true.“But,” cautioned Kelly.. Robert looked wistful; "I wouldn't mind walking on the real world just once ... but that is not available to me, my body has long turned to dust and I wouldn't even know where it was even if it hadn't." he said.Chris looked at Cathy who had tears in her eyes."You feel pity for one such as him!" Bemalin's voice sounded within the room. "He chose to remain here! I was told to come to this place to guide our people on the right road! I had to give up my life to serve the Association!" He appeared.