She splashed her face, trying to wash away the mounting terror. She was fine. Just a slip. She had let her mind wander. Let the crazy old man get into...her head.She patted her face dry and looked into the mirror, intent on convincing herself she was fine.Big brown eyes stared back at her. Doris' eyes were blue. They had always been blue. She was a blue-eyed natural blonde, damn it!The big, dark, wet eyes stared back at her, terrified and undeniably brown.Doris backed away from her reflection.. With many men, the dick does. It is awonder of nature, a hard-soft, sweet-tart, tube of sperm, and I wentafter it as if I wanted Mistress Ginger to get her money?s worth.Afterward, we lay together, and he played with my ass. ?Give me aminute, Bonnie. I?m not as young as I once was.??Who is?? I asked.?Serge,? he said. ?Serge never gets older.??Serge scares me,? I said.?Do not let him. He is the most loyal soldier I ever have met. If Igive you to him, he will protect you forever. He looks hard,. I was enjoying how flexible it was. I was alsogetting turned on whenever I looked at myself in the mirror. It was adifferent feeling though, with my nipples getting hard and a wetnessbetween my legs. I realized that I better get back to normal soon.The concert was awesome. Tara and I, well, we both acted like 16-year-old girls, screaming, jumping, and dancing and having a great time. Iwas too focused on the concert to think about my predicament, and thetime flew by. Only on the way home. The terms farewell and goodbye are never used, its always "until you return.")Anyway, that aside, when that happened we spent a lot of time huddling on the bed of our home, worrying and waiting. Every ping from the AI was met with shivers and a tentative hello. And we soon found out just how loved my mistress and her sister are. Every other citizen who was in her unit stopped by with their concubines, not to try to fuck us, but to offer comfort and compassion. The girls would cuddle with us and.