"No, Mama, you're mistaken. You've never met-"Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I kno... him!"Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the older woman in the picture on the younger shopkeeper's side table the day I shared her first intercourse. But that day I'd only met her father, who'd socked me back to the present with a stroke of his. One of the nude women carried a small brief case containing Hank's notes and a memory stick.The five people walked across the deserted banquet room floor and up on the stage. The woman with the briefcase walked to the audio-visual control console at the left of the stage and took a memory stick out of the briefcase and plugged it in. By the time Hank was behind the podium the wall behind him lit up with the title of his multi-media presentation: THE ROLE OF ROBOTICS IN WORKPLACE SECURITY.A. It feels wonderful. I have seen hundreds of dicks on my computer but this is my first "live" dick.After a bit, Josh stands up and asks me to pull down his boxers. As I do, his dick springs out. This guy is not a porn star but it is six or seven inches of heavily engorged cock. Involuntarily I start to rub and stroke it. Josh moans as I bite back a moan. I am so turned on. Josh's eyes are closed so I feel my panties. They were soaking wet. If this is the next level, I am feeling it big. You just don't know it yet. Now sit down and let me sortout this hair of yours." I sat down and she immediately swished the caperound me, fastening it at the neck and enveloping me in the deliciousnylon bondage. As soon as my hands disappeared under the cape myerection re-appeared.After twenty minutes or so of drying and brushing Becky declared herselfhappy with the results and span the chair round so that I could see myreflection, our reflections, in the mirror. She had outdone herself.