”“Damn. The steaks are good. The roast beef is great. The Italian is darned good. But if I want seafood, it’s either crap from the replicator or...Salty Jack’s.”“That’s where we started this whole conversation! We’re going around in circles!”I was getting more and more amused by all this, but thought I would step in and help out. “Will, is fish seafood?”“No, fish is fish. Seafood is seafood.“AI, does this definition match yours?”“There’s your problem. Will, when you want to talk to the AI, you. You wiggled and rotated your hips. I felt sinking even deeper into you…”Do you like it”, you asked? “Do you like me being a your slut…or….”, you smiled….”maybe you prefer being a slut?”Before I could answer you moaned “Oh…I had forgotten how good it is with a hot dick in my butt…”You looked at me, smiled that Mona Lisa smileMy brain went close to over heated…..I thought of your words saying you had forgotten how good it was. I knew for sure I had not buttfucked you before… “Jesus”, you moaned.. Worst of all Ernesto had seen and heard it all, and must know that her body had betrayed him. She should have taken pleasure in his attentions and his alone, and should, by their code of honour, have rejected the strangers' bodies. She should have prevented the rape, or at least died trying; instead she had lain there humping like a bitch in heat on the black cocks and even straining up towards their fingers.Then the first of a series of guards came to her cell. He opened the door and dragged. ’ ‘Darlin’ I don’t think that would work.’ He said laughing as he picked up her legs and sat down placing them back on his lap. ‘I don’t think you need to be driving either car.’ ‘I’m not a bad driver!!!’ said Cadence, whining indignantly, ‘Ya haven’t ever rode in a car with me PAAAUL… Well… Thaa one time, but I sssure don’t think I drove.’ She said laughing, making her breasts bounce underneath her thin cotton t-shirt. ‘SO…maybe I can drive ya home tonight and then you can drive me back to get.