My mother always used the same password. I punched it in and got in. I selected the option to create a new profile for a user. I selected my name from...the list of people the robot could recognize and a screen popped up."The profile of the person selected indicates that it belongs to a minor. We are legally required to inform you that allowing any robot to engage in sexual acts with a minor is illegal and you will be held solely liable for any damages or misuse. Click OK to continue."I clicked. My text to Nicole was simple. It read, "Got something you might like. Let's meet."She didn't text back right away. I just assumed she had decided on Stanford, or I had offended her. Three days later she sent a reply. "Been busy, sorry. What is it?" Can't say. It's a surprise. I'll meet you at the church on Tuesday at four."She suggested meeting at her home and gave me the time and address. The time seemed odd. I didn't ask.The LockoutI pulled up to the address around ten thirty Tuesday night.. Soon the juice swells from the corners of my mouth, over my lips, dripping down my chin in long foaming threads, seeping into my negligee and my nylon stockings. I am passed around in turns, hands grasping my head and my natural long hair, while cocks are gliding in and out of my mouth non-stop. The climax of the first act comes after about half an hour. At a sign from the Domme, all the men briefly step back and position themselves in a circle around me and the mattress. “You know what’s. Thank you.”“Thank you, babydoll,” I said.“Send me some pictures of you, and I’ll go on Netmeeting with you. Then you can watch me make myself come for you.”People paid more than six bucks a minute to watch her do that on the chat site, and I wanted it desperately. It was the push I knew was going to encourage me to pick some of the images off the CD I’d had them develop from the film.“I’ll pick them up,” I told her.“Soon.”“Soon,” I promised.“I love you,” she cooed.Hearing those words that.