”“I don’t know. Maybe. What is it you want?” She was worried, but interested despite herself.“Would you, maybe just for a minute, put my pri...k in your mouth?”Sensing her reluctance, he stumbled on. “Hannah at the inn does it for the men at the smithy. At least, that’s what they tell me.”“Has she done it for you?” asked Abigail. Suddenly she felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of another girl doing things with Peter’s prick. She had started to think of it as her property.“No,” admitted. The Wrinkles, as they became known, were epic. Even other AI wore expressions of trepidation when speaking with them. There was something bottomless about them. You could see it in the eyes, that pale sea green that never varied. You wanted to touch those eyes to see if they were as warm and yielding as the ocean itself, but you held back because falling in and away seemed more than a little plausible. Simon was the thirteenth model of his kind. His twelve predecessors had all chosen to take. I didn'twant another spanking. There was one of the pictures they had taken when Ihad cum in my panties at the beginning of the night sitting on the table. Ishuddered when I looked at it. It was so damning. If anyone ever saw it, I'dbe an outcast. Finally, I finished tidying up, and it was nearly 6:15. I wentto the door to go outside and opened it. It was so muddy and sloshy outside.There was no way I could make it to the outhouse with my slippers on and Ibegan to worry about if I fell and. I called the number not expecting anyone to answer, or for it to be disconnected. To my surprise, a guy did answer the phone and we started chatting for a while. He invited me to stop by his apartment. I was nervous and very curious, but I decided to go. When I knocked on his door, he opened it and said hi, come in. He was kinda short and a little chubby, but overall OK looking.I felt safe enough to go in. Once inside, we started talking to get to know each other a little bit. He put on a gay.