“You got this thing off Mars, a whole other planet, and when you hooked up to it all you got was a stupid game? With stuff only modern man would rec...gnize? Are you fucking with us?”Spook shook his head. “I am not. I swear to you, everything we’re saying is both true and was practically unbelievable, even to us on the project. We didn’t know what to think, when the subjects who went in reported feeling like they’d really died, and the place where you prepped to go told each one that going back. And it didn't seem to make a difference.My wife wasn't cheating on me. I knew that. I knew that, for some reason, over time, she'd lost interest in sex. I just didn't know why. I knew it couldn't be me. Before our marriage, I was fucking around a lot, having a good time, and I never had girls not want more. After I met her, we used to have sex all the time. She'd tell me time and time again that she couldn't get enough.That is until our daughter came along. Mixing that up with her having a. She looked at me, and again started to reach for her clothes. I said just one word in a harsh voice, “Don’t”. She sat back and looked at me for a second, and then in that tiny frail voice asked “Why?” After a moment, I answered her. “Master is a true master of women; and you made a mistake when you told him that you would do anything. At that moment, whether you knew it or not, you became ours, you are our slave now, and he will do with you as he pleases.” She thought for a minute and then. Now knowing that it was eminent she felt herself start to get wetter, she had been excited when Paul told Jane to call her by her first name, and then that quick hug on the street she might not have admitted it but she knew what was coming. Unasked, unordered, Maur fell to her knees, some quick fumbling and Jane’s blue jeans were around her ankles. No hesitation now, one look and Jane felt a kiss on her fresh young crotch. For Maur, the smell, the smell of youth, of youthful lust, now it was.