I had come dressed to play in my tight mini-dress, garter belt and stockings and my fuck-me heels. On the elevator ride up to the room,Shelly checked ...e out from head to toe. She didn't say a word, but she slowly backed me into the corner of the elevator. Shelly leaned into me, I could feel her breath on my face. She stared into my eyes. I was completely in awe of her control. I felt her hand hike up my dress and grab my semi-hard cock through my panties. She purred in my ear, "Seems like. My morality was a flaw to them. And if theydecide this flaw cannot be resolved will they decide to start again?Will I be cancelled? It's not like they're bound by ethics. Why do Ifeel like I'm just a disposable asset to them? Is she fishing forreasons to end me?Phillips smirked. "I bet. No. I want you to be an individual. All ofyou."I nodded. "We're on the same page here, clones are people two," Iobserved wryly. Phillips shook her head at the double entendre. So thisPrime mind link might mean. "The dampness cools me down."She didn't turn around but stayed still. She looked so good from the back. Damp tight shorts accentuating her curved ass and the lines of the skimpy panties so clear. The white tee was stretched over her back, outlining her shape."You want to save on air conditioning?" I said as I moved closer and then rested on the island bench, just out from the sink.She didn't say anything so I moved closer."Are you OK?" Yes," she said, still looking out the window over the trees. The harder he slammed his massive cock into me the harder I wanted him to do it. I knew I was going to have an immense orgasm because the fireball in my belly seemed more like an inferno than a campfire. When my body began to shake out of control I found myself lost in pure orgasmic bliss. “I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!” I screamed. At that point I didn't care if my dick was shooting anything or not. This had to be the best orgasm in the history of orgasms. My mind began to lose any.