Her android liaison was authentic and duly registered with the HR division of the massive corporate empire. An employee of the security division with ...he global empire, 4-Q-6-9 was assigned to the gardens research facility with a high level of clearance.“Okay, I think that’ll do for now, maybe later,” Sage said admiring the huge penis and glancing up from her scanner. “4-Q-6-9, right? How about I call you Q-9 for the time being. Or, if you prefer, 4-Q. Wait, I kinda like that, 4-Q, has a ring. Marie slapped me so hard that I think my eyes rattled. "Shut up. You will never call a woman that name again! I want you to be absolutely silent, or I will gladly make this permanent makeup. How would you like this color tattooed on your lips?" she said, holding up a bright fuschia.I calmed down a little bit and thought, maybe if I ride this out, it won't be so bad. She can get her revenge and maybe no one will have to know.Marie finished the foundation, and about that time the timer went off. OHHHMYYYGODDD!!" Debbie cried out as her dam burst. She poured herself out as Honey lapped and licked furiously, trying to scoop up her juices, but at the same time her furious tongue also increased the torment on Debbie's sensitized clit. Debbie bounced up and down on my cock like a crazed jack-in-the-box. With both girls now completely sated and members in good standing of the Mile High Club, it was now my turn to "officially" join. And trust me, these two stunning women had given me more. I squirmed a little on the seat as my senses concentrated on my stained and soaked lace panties adhered to my mound.“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Chloe as she returned from the kitchen carrying a bottle of Jose Cuervo, a pair of shot glasses, a knife and chopping board as well as a whole lemon and a salt cellar.I grinned and for a moment as I imagined telling her I was thinking about some unknown man’s semen seeping from my pussy. “A lemon?” I asked instead.“Needs must, fresh outta limes!”.