I remember one woman that went wild with excitement when she got the ends of her loose flesh sucked. I think it frightened him a little because he sto...ped doing it; but not until after he had pushed both of them together until the pointy bits were touching each other though and then sucked them into his mouth. That’s when she went wild. Kept telling him that she was – Oh! I don’t know – some noises were made.This one has smaller pointy bits. He seems a little bored to be honest. She’s huffing. Greg stood back and surveyed me, "You cum covered slag Sophie. Look at you a girly boy bitch on heat. Lie back on the bed and stay like that." I did as told and Greg reached inside the bag he had brought with him and took out a camera. "Smile for the camera baby," he ordered, "that's it tell me how much you love your Daddy's cock, pose for me my little cock loving slut." I posed in as many audacious and flagrantly erotic ways as I could think of always trying to emphasise the semen splattered. That part turned out not to be very difficult. He was already using it to adjust his voice output, and for other non-verbal communication on line. That was basically what they wanted him to do. Instead of speaking aloud, they wanted him to think his statements as output through the implant, then repeat either what they said in translation, or read aloud a printed one that appeared on a screen. When he displayed greater affinity for repeating the audio translation, and they rated him healed. Her eyes locked on Elise’s breasts. “I’m Liz,” she said softly, almost a whisper. “Well, Liz, you’d better start getting undressed if you’re going to make it into the pool today.” Elise smiled. “Um, yeah I guess you’re right,” Liz said, a little unsure. She slowly stood and started pulling off her tank top. It was Elise’s turn to be mesmerised. Liz wasn’t wearing a bra so Elise had a full view of her bare breasts. They were quite small, an A cup at best. They were perfectly perky with soft.