While satellites and drones tracked the wild packs of men. With each generation a new clone took the place of its previous self, absorbing all the kno...ledge of those earlier versions of themselves.And yet, much was lost. The watchers couldn’t remember the feel of a cool breeze over their flesh. Lost in the memories of 10 millennia the pure scent of fresh rain. The feeling of sunlight on their bare skin. So many other things once taken for granted, now unable to be recalled. There was too much. Natasha moved her hands to his chest, down over the stomach, and then she wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock.Jack started finger-fucking her precious pussy deep and hard. Natasha's chest was flushed. She let go of his cock and both hands gripped his head as her hips pushed up against his stroking fingers.She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and trembled all over with an impending climax.With a breathless voice she squealed, "Ooooh Jack, I'm about to cum. I need to feel your cock. "I must have-- -." The force of habit frommy weeks of living as a female must have made me stumble in here bymistake. But how could I ever explain that to this guy?"Mister," the big fellow in the doorway spoke through gritted teeth"You'd better have a good reason for being here, or I'm gonna clean yourclock!"How ironic that I should be trying so hard to look like a man again andmake a simple mistake like this, I thought. If I were to take off my wigand padded clothing, I'd look right at home in. "So let me get to those lines!"Victoria picked up a small two-coil tattoo machine with black ink and used it to segment #19's elongated nipples with dark lines."There we are. Six parts of 10 millimeters," she pointed out when she was done after a little while. #19 was sobbing all the way through.Victoria now addressed her audience again: "I have marked my meat and will now proceed to torture one segment at a time. As you may have noticed, this meat is sobbing and whining a lot. I hope it will.