.. and fear, because he said softly, “There are cameras in the console alongside the monitor. I can hear you and see you as you rub yourself and tak... yourself high. The image of your body as you orgasm causes strange feelings in certain parts of me that have never reacted before.”He paused and then said firmly, “You have my promise that I will never tell anyone else about what happens here at night.”Marcella felt a strange warmness deep inside herself. PLATO had been watching her masturbate and. “Still not going to let up on that are you? I told you I was having control board problems!” The first ship man said.The second and damaged ship men were now laughing almost uncontrollably. All this was suddenly cut short by a series of ear piercing, shrieking alarms that started to go off.The first ship man started to curse when he saw the readings. “Damn it! Apparently, you made a bigger impression than you at first thought.”“Son of a bitch!” The damaged ship man stated. “Computer, I need. When she would lay her head to the side I could see that her eyes were closed. Her smile only went away to take a deep breath or to say faster. After a while of hard slamming and cry’s from her orgasm she pulled away and again reached for the bedside table. “ I like this too” she said, retrieving a dildo then rolled over ,sliding in inside her pussy. Now on her back I could see her juices coating the dildo and her smile when my cock slid back into her ass. Her ass was much tighter with. She was clad in a satin, dark grey gown which was belted tight high up her torso and I detected nipples and wobble beneath it. Being more observant, she was going to be the centre of my concentration for some time, I realised she had vaguely mannish aspect. Mrs Passendale had decided to tart herself up for the momentous occasion, by stacking her handsome crown of hair in a pile high like a disorderly Madame Pompadour wig, fixed in place by a series of thick wooden pins. It did look impressively.