At least, they had put her up at a nice place that seemed to cater to employed professionals and shunned families with kids and anyone over the age of...fifty. It was nice to be in a comfortable generational environment and not have to put up with a lot of shouting or shuffling. Not that she had anything against kids or old people; she just didn't feel at ease around them and was always afraid about what they thought about her lifestyle.When she was stopped at a red light, she wondered if this. "Relax," I said, then tongued her clit. She was soaking wet and probably didn’t need any more lubrication, but spitting more saliva on my hand I thought would help her.She screamed in pleasure with her panties still in her mouth. Sliding my thumb in, I felt my hand naturally go into a fist. when doing this, I heard a muffled “Oh god” escape from her, I asked if she was ok, but she just moaned and I knew that it must have felt so good at the same time as any pain. Licking her clit again caused. His hands traveling her body as he then took off her shirt and then took out her bare breasts. He leaned down and kissed on her hard nipples. She moaned some as she lifted his head up and kissed him. He took this as a sign she was wanting him to keep going so he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up and carried her over to the bed and laid her down and then kissed her breasts some more. She placed her hands on his head and played with his hair. He took this as to keep going and moved. Theeggs from the previous room passed under streams of hot water. Theycontinued down the line passing under hot air dryers that dried the eggsinstantly. After that was a buffing station that gave the eggs a glossyspotless shine, down the line they moved. A robotic arm with suctioncups picked up the eggs and transferred them into another machine.Inside this machine drills, saws, and chisels began to cut away at theeggs. The end result were miniature sized robots, like the guards thatescorted me..