Welcome tothe totalitarian society you will love!" She gave him a bright smile thatmight have dazzled others. As it didn't seem to work she continued....Kristen Holst is dead. He signed up with a company named 'CenturialSleep'. Their promise was hibernation sleep until the problem overovercrowding on earth was solved. Well, it never was. Not on earth. Buthere on Utopia three, there is plenty of space. And bought colonists arecheaper." That might explain why I am here," Kristen admitted. "But it. I drank the juice she’d left out for me and decided to forget about the rest. Just like every morning, I told myself sardonically that there was less of me to nourish now. Just like every morning, she’d left the paper too. I wasn’t laughing at any of the funnies when the doorbell rang, then again, and after a while again. I levered myself upright. Telling someone to go away would be good therapy. ‘Whaddya need?’ The words died in my throat as I saw her. She was my age, mid-twenties, and about. When we go out in public, I make them wear the sluttiest, most revealing clothing possible, and I’m always happy to buy more slutty outfits for them. When they wear skirts or dresses, they’re usually not allowed to wear panties (unless they have their periods). At times, however, I will have them wear a pair of ridiculously cute Hello Kitty panties or something like that, just for fun. When they wear tights or yoga pants, they wear sexy thongs and g-strings that we shop for together. You should. And at only nineteen three years younger than me I was getting turned on just looking at her. Then as I poured us another drink Tracey started to flirt as usual, with the drink the way she was dressed and the amount of flesh she was showing when she started to talk sex I developed one hell of a hard on and having not had chance to fuck the wife in over two weeks I really needed empty my balls. Tracey noticed my 8” cock making a tent in my trousers and giggled then gave it a play full slap.