I had no reason to worry, as all the paperwork and necessary documents had been signed and filed. It was just a waiting game.I was sitting in my hote... room, bored. It was still early, and I had nothing to do. I rarely watched television, and I wasn’t in the mood for that. To tell the truth, I was horny. I needed to get laid. I looked around and saw a small card in the drawer next to the bed.The card read, “high-class escort services.” It was just what I wanted.I called the number and spoke to. But that didn’t mean that they weren’t hungry. Thirsty. No, those stayed, but everyone did their best to ignore them. I knew this couldn’t last. The machines would eventually break down. They were never intended to be immortal. I saw them play, and change their bodies. They laughed with the improvements, and corrupted themselves and the world. I envied their ignorant freedom. Thus came the second breakdown. The Magick disappeared. Any people with alterations to their bodies had to remain that. After we'd kissed I turned to face the husband, and he kissed me while the woman's hand went to my waist to unbutton my jeans and then her hand slid down inside my panties. I moved to reach for the guy's cock but my husband said not to, and I had to let them pleasure me first.The guy broke off from kissing me and then he pulled my tshirt off over my head. The woman's hand was still in my panties, and my pussy was wet as she slid a finger into me. The guy was nuzzling the part of my breasts over. This may be hard to believe, or maybe not, but from a young age I knew that I did not want to be with a woman unless I was going to be with her forever. I never wanted a bunch of notches on my belt or bedpost or whatever form the scoring took. Not to say this was easy, hell I am human and I have urges, but without the connections, the urges were not directed at a person only a dream. So I guess you could say you are my dream girl. But even with that I can't marry you, what I can say is I will.