Of course, its extremely dangerous too and that's why itscontained in that ball. But if it were escape the controls, it wouldvaporize this ship before...we knew there was a problem. This entire shipis a robotic being. "Morgan thought that though and he asked, "You mean this entire ship is arobot? We are inside a robot?"Jennifer nodded."Is this thing self aware?"Jennifer shook her head, "No. They want to keep costs down. They didn'tprogram an over advanced program in this. It just obeys orders. I needed to fu*k one of them and soon and the ladies must have sensed this as they both stood up. This is where Stella’s odd agreement with her husband came to light. Initially, I made a play to position Stella to be fu*k first but she moved away. She walked toward her towel and rummaged in a toiletry bag I’d not noticed she had with her. Stella then produced a condom so I said AHH - sorry amateurishly I said “condom never crossed my mind”. I took it from her and began to put it on. Next she. I'm so brainless and big-titted. I want men to enjoy my titties and fuck my mouth and cum in it. I want them to understand what a useless whore I am and pull my hair and hurt me and I don't want to be able to resist them. I want them to rape me and keep me as their pet." There was no script for Laura - she had to think up these things on her own. And she wasn't allowed to be repetitive either - she had to say it a different way every day. Amy would give her the recording of herself saying. Yes I had done that.I danced, I drank beer, I got felt up, which was a total bore. The funny thing was I remembered how it had felt before and that was a blast. I mean the orange memory of an orgasm, in an otherwise gray world, was a trip. I mean hell man, they say all good sex is in the mind, and I damn sure believe it now. That memory was as good as any orgasm I ever had. It should be it was the memory of the best one I ever had and the memory was in greater detail than the sex had been.Those.