The stress of the situation, being burglers in an unfamiliar apartment was apparently telling on her, also. "I'm sorry," she answered repentantly. "Th... thing is, they are still here! I can still hear their telepathic message! There isn't anyone here- Wait! it is comming from this computer over here! It is identifying itself as a software program in development, but it is aware of itself, telepathicaly aware of its surroundings, and that it is due to be replaced with another version tonight!. And got to doing her part.We played a little and she kept on complimenting my new look and told me that she wanted me to wear this every time that we cammed, because I was the perfect little slut right now.She also added that I could leave out the panties and had to fill up the bra.So being totally under her spell, I did what she wanted and for about a day or two she made me keep my promise, while we continued our games. At which I had gotten quite good at that time, fingering my ass for my own. I made a few really deep strockes to find the buried treasure from earlier and there it was. It almost felt like she was pushing out while I was pushing in and the soft mess inside slid down about half the length of the underside of my cock. I picked up speed in an effort to churn it into a softer lump. And it worked. Soon I could feel the hot creammy mess from the head and of my cock and (I thought) all the way to my balls. So I reached down to feel and I was right a few little cohesive pieces. Bobby increased his pace as he felt his ball churning and getting ready to expel another load. Sammie was also getting ready as she rocked her ass to meet Bobby’s pistoning thrusts.Sammie was in for the ride of her life as Bobby slipped a finger toward her puckered anus. Circling at first and then inching it into her as they both pumped each other. That was the final stroke for Sammie. A dozen strokes in her butt and her pussy began convulsing and contracting in a thunderous orgasm. Bobby.