After the cock was removed from my mouth and before another could take it's place, I begged them not to cum in my ass."Please, please... do not cum in...my ass...", I begged.They all laughed and told me to shut the fuck up. They were going to cum where they wanted.I opened my mouth to protest and plead again but a cock was shoved in and I started to suck it as the guy fucked my ass. This guy did not last as long in my ass, and he also shot his load inside my ass. The tears rolled down my cheek. It didn't take him long to down his larger; soon we were making for the door. I wrapped one of Bill's arms over my shoulder and supported him round the waist as he staggered along, trying to weave from side to side on rubber legs. One thing in Bill's favour; when he's drunk he becomes very mellow, even over friendly. We got him indoors and he slumped in an armchair. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. His hairline was receding and his face becoming florid and puffy. A roll of fat hung. Sometimes I get… involved? I guess that’s the word – I get involved in what’s stored on the disk. A lot of it’s quite fascinating. History, I mean.“Did you know my grandmother developed a technique to reconstitute bodies like the ones the goddesses have?” Sabrina asked. “The bodies she developed were to be used as replacements for members of the old race. They’re all gone now, too – the old race, I mean. I never got to meet any of them. Most of them died when the ship was lost. That was almost. Come-and-see. Get-some-sex. Do-it-now. Love-is-here. Joy-for-you. High-test-sex. Sex-and-love.And he stared up atBlinking neon breasts, a lewdly beckoning mechanical finger pointing, pointing to a strangely gleaming needle: a 500-meter tilted chrome-and-plexiglas mast firing off electrical discharges, arcing flares of artificial lightnings in actinic starbursts, sending down salvos of fat sparks to explode in bursts of glowing pinpoints over the shiny bald heads of the raging mob foaming around.