He just couldn't do it - it was one thing to lie there and take Kyle r****g him. It was another thing entirely to open himself up, press back and offe... his virgin hole up to the big man. He clenched his opened asshole, sobbing uncontrollably. If he did this, if he let Kyle fuck him, that would be it. He would be the prison bitch. God only knew how many men would fuck him over the next few years. It all started here.If he wanted to, Kyle could push in anyway and fuck James right there, whether. The men decided something had to be done. It seemed immoral to create clones of the women to keep them going against their will, but dwindling numbers of female faces to fuck demanded action.What started as an experiment to use old traces of untainted DNA from celebrity memorabilia to create cloned women without the infection, slowly turned into a custom made-to-order female "companion" creator, when it was declared useless in evading the virus. The cloned famous ladies would be H1W1 negative. Looking down at my swollen knob, I watched pre-cum leaking out of my throbbing head. It was so hard and erect, my cock looked like it was ready to burst at any second. Her fingers danced and played with the sensitive skin under my throbbing knob and she had me right where she wanted me.I pulled my fingers out of her dripping snatch with a loud sloppy plop and brought them to my face. I sniffed and inhaled her sweet womanly scent and then tasted her nectar. Sandy looked up and then joined me,. She rolled her eyes. “Oh great u are going to be talking nonstop.” Seeing the hurt expression on my face she sighed. “We have known each other for 3 months now and you still can’t tell when I am joking can you? I don’t have lunch with just anyone and I don’t ride with just anyone.” This was true. And rumors of us having an affair abounded. She looked at her watch. “Time to go thru security Sam.” We both got up and walked toward the gate area and went thru the procedure of personal items to be.