“I don’t care!” I exclaimed.We continued our heavy petting, and after a few moments she asked.“Is your roommate coming back soon?”“I’m n...t sure,” I said.“Is your door locked?” she asked.“No, but it will be!” I said.And with that I got up, locked the door, then turned to her and doing my best impression of a stripper started taking off my jeans, sliding them over my raging hard and dripping cock. I slowly pulled my tight white underwear down, my cock springing out of its confinement, bobbing up. Those receptors were there to tell me when I was finished and even what was happening, so that I could control the valves and relays. As I remembered how it felt to masturbate, I began to rub that opening as if it were my vulva. I was just pretending of course/Equally shocking was that by mixing memory and those sensations the circuits which replaced my brain became warm. Usually it was of concern when my circuits heated up, but I had no desire to stop it. Actually I had a desire to continue,. My hands moved up and I took her nipples into my fingers. Lara began to moan lightly as I pinched and pulled gently on them. She reached her left hand between us and gripped my hard on loosely. Now it was my turn to moan. I picked Lara up and spun her around, positioning her in my lap with her legs straddling mine. Lara leaned and kissed me once again this time she held the kiss as our tongues twined tenderly. My hands had returned to her nipples and she slid her body tight to mine. My cock was. " After she connected the little bells, she had me standand walk over to the corner of the room. She wanted to take morepictures of me. She gave me my dolly Sarah to hold as she took another bunch ofpictures, having me stand in all kinds of baby type poses. After she wasdone taking pictures she told me that the pictures were so that everyonecould see her handy work on film. I'm thinking what? No! She wouldn'tshow anyone else would she? She then told me to turn around and face the wall. As I.