Once we eliminate the production of any more duplicates, we should be able to open the wormhole at will! I'll be able to swap places with your replica...with no problems!"Wilma didn't answer. A nagging suspicion began to nibble at my mind. Something was wrong. I was basically a greedy little bitch. Why was I being so helpful to me? I slowly stood up. Just as I was turning around, Wilma charged at me, knocking me to the floor. My head hit the concrete and the world gave a nasty lurch. I must have. She could barely keep her eyes open and gave me a salute before heading off to bed.“You ready for another one, Marti?” asked Benny.“You bet,” I said.Benny went off to get us both another drink and when he returned, I looked over and noticed his junk swinging free in his silky gym shorts. I’m not the most endowed man on the planet but Benny has quite the package. How do I know? Well, a little background is probably in order here.I grew up in a rather large family and got my first taste of sex. Indeed, I had something on my mind at that point, some double action, being the real slutty whore I am, I wanted to have the guy between my legs, but was traying to gain some other fringe benefits along with that, a discount on the order or even getting it all for free in return for handing him my body, I know that is somehow called a whore or prostitution thinking, but so what, it was exactly what I had on mind.As the order was ready and packaged, he was doing some calculations and adding up. She was shaking her head with her eyes tightly closed and was hissing in and out through clenched teeth, all to try to cope with the ever increasingly intense pain. As the eighth stroke bit into her bottom, she remembered that, of course, she was very happy watching Miss Hargreaves struggle with exactly the same pain, but it was just so different when it was happening to her. The ninth stroke followed and she knew that she was crying, and while she couldn’t see the tears she was confident that.