“Oww! Don’t do that!”“Don’t be a smart aleck.”“Duly noted. Should we get cleaned up and go get some dinner?”“Guess we better, before...the restaurants close.”So that’s what we did, showering together, playing, becoming aroused all over again before we got dressed, but no time to play any longer. As we were getting ready to walk out, he said, “Are you wearing panties under that dress?”I was in a light-weight and simple little dress of a brightly-colored tropical floral fabric. It was reasonably. She bathed it in the moist warmth of her saliva, soaking it with her mouth-juice. Oh, amma, you’re great, the boy muttered, completely mesmerized by the big-titted blonde kneeling at his feet, her tongue lapping over the head of his hard cock. Her tongue slid down the swollen prick-shaft, then licked back up his length. And, once again, her tongue swirled over the aroused head of his cock. Now and then the teasing tip probed at the little cum-slit, as if she wanted to drill right into it. Her. Janet and Susan are standing over me with tears streaming down their faces. I looked to see others standing with their heads bowed as if in silent prayer. I looked into Jacks face as I said, Please Jack, come back, I need you. MISS, we will take it from here, a paramedic said to me. Miss, youre not hurt are you? He then asked. I shook my head no, as he helped me to my feet. The other female paramedic went to work on Jack. I looked to my hands and saw Jacks blood all over them. I went to wipe. I was a long way from consciously doing anything for myself. Instead I was simply obeying a minor directive in my core programming to keep a record of all my important experiences. Since I didn't know what was important and what wasn't, I kept everything.At night, when no one else came for my services, I automatically entered simulated sleep mode that serves two purposes.First it gives me time to compress the memories of the last day down to something manageable. I now know that I was created.