It was a sweet summer's day in the year 3095. He knew that was the datebecause he'd done the calculations soon after he'd been reanimated. He'ddied in...the year 1999 of cancer of the stomach. He didn't remember muchabout it, but he knew it hadn't been a pleasant death. That was forcertain. He could still remember the pain. The doctors had refused him tofully medicate him. It seemed that it was against the law. Somethingabout making certain he wouldn't become drug addict.Dear Goddess, he thought,. She was very happy; I could feel this from her activities. I was also happy that I was going to fulfill her dream. We drove in to the hotel and parked. She was a bit nervous and excited and we pressed the calling bell of the suite. There was a hearty welcome to both of us as we enter; they were stunned to see my wife, what a sexy you got” they could not stop saying this they shook hand with me and hugged my wife while hugging I could see they are pressing her ass hard oh my god what I am. . hhhaaaahhhh... oooh... I’m c-coming... I’m coming...”Nyrene was bending forward, sinking down, her fingers working frantically. Then, suddenly, she twisted and jerked in a series of convulsions as she spent herself.Captain Varian was grinning. It was like having living puppets to play with, he thought. You pulled the strings and they did what you wanted. Most amusing. Not for one moment did he consider what it must be like for a pretty young girl to be a slave. To be owned by another. To go. .”“Shovel that horseshit somewhere else, Mark. I guess I know now how come you were so well informed about the behavior of sluts. The relative of your boss? Ever hear the parable about not shitting in your living room? All this time I was working, proud that you could afford your hobby, I find out your hobby was screwing sluts? We’re done, Mark. There’s not a thing you can say that will change my mind. I’ll be back later for the rest of my stuff.”I thought about what Brian said about being.