In a flash, she unzipped the side of the skirt with a free hand, allowing my hand all the freedom I needed to reach my destination. I gently moved my ...ntire hand between her legs, allowing my hand to paint a picture for my mind of what she might be wearing underneath the blanket. Cupping her mound in my hand, I could feel the soft trace of lace panties and the heat of her womanhood piercing the soft-spun material. She was briefly startled by my hand in its current position, but purred like a. “Do I get the same permissions as Zed?”“Um, yes I guess so,” James replied disconcertedly.“Thank you, master. I think we will get along just fine. You are a really nice person. I like you already,” Ada sighed.Aaron found himself having a similar conversation with his AI. He called her, Kay. Bindy called her AI, Jax. They all gave their AIs permission to allow silent and verbal communications and for them to pass on messages to each other.Dusty looked at her vambrace again. “So, Zed, where are. .You can't tell them!...I don't know what else to say!...Let mejust go change and clean up, please!..." I stammered as my incoherentbabble trailed off."No need for that, Dale. Just stay there as you are. Relax! You lookadorable! You certainly don't want to spoil such a perfect evening andmiss out on all the other surprises we have planned! And, for heaven'ssake, stop squealing! You'll wake Patti!" Auntie Evie said, as she begandialing the phone."W...Who are you calling, Auntie Evie?" I asked. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to slowly undress her; to run my hands and lips over those wonderful breasts; to sink my teeth into the perfect globes of that beautiful tight arse. To lay her gently, face down, onto the playing field that doubled as my bed and secure her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the thick, black, silken cords that lay, in waiting, on my bedside table. To pick up my supple leather switch and, gently at first, then with increasing vigour, to lay.