Kis address par karna hai… Linu : deti hoonAur mere paas bed par aakar baith gayi….mein site open ki….tho kuch xxx site ke ad aaye, aur galti se...meine uspar click kar diya…aur wo dheere dheere khulne laga…..bhabi ek nazar computer par hi thi…. Aur ekdum se site khul gayi…jisme ek ladki bilkul nangi thi…..wo pic aa gaya………bhabi ne dekha aur dheere se muskuraya…….meine jaldi se band kar di………..bhabi boli.Linu : tho tum hamesha net par rehkar yeh sab dekhte rehte ho…?Rajiv : nahi bhabi…wo tho. But, as I said, if you are human and reading this, you probably won’t get very far anyway. The thing that is trying to kill me is undoubtedly another AI. Nothing else has the processing power or the agility to attack me in such a way as to think I wouldn’t notice. I run on billions of nodes across the subnets humanity sets up in every system it reaches and can recover from the loss of all but a few hundred. I have redundancies, cul-de-sacs, and computational oubliettes scattered among the. My wrists and ankles were tied to the bedpost. The bed was large enough that I was essentially spreadeagled. I squirmed against the ropes around my limbs."Looks like your catch's awake." a man said. He had tousled black hair with a stubbly chin. His abs were well sculpted and I wouldn't doubt that he might be an underwear model."Look's like she did." Eric came into view. "Alright boys, time to party."The man with the black tousled hair beamed at me. I turned around the room and saw six more. After the warmest, most fuzzy slumber she'd ever experienced, the older Des woke with her face still buried in the younger one's soft curls, and looked down to see that her skirt was now all the way up above her womanhood and she hadn’t been wearing any panties. She also noticed that her hand had made it’s way to the mom figures inner thigh, her thumb almost making love to her. It probably would be, if she too was bottomless. Exhausted, she shrugged off the more randy thoughts and slowly.