Has she been unusually suggestive lately?”“Well, she does talk back less than she used to and seems to listen more than before. She now only gives...at most token resistance when I give her chores to do around the house. I thought it was just past of her, you know, turning 16.”“Well, actually at that point she was supposed to grow a little more rebellious, within reason until she turned 18. At that point I would have swapped her matrix into a new body and put her into full adult mode. I'm sorry,. I saw Momma nod her head and then all of us followed her down the hall to a slightly larger room than the cubicle in which I’ve been entertaining all night.This room doesn’t have a bed. Instead there’s a padded bench about three feet long and about cock high. I was stretched out on my back and the other girl was lifted on top of me in a sixty-nine.We both went right to work. My poor pussy has had a long night and her tongue felt pretty good right now. I suppose prostitutes aren’t supposed to. That made me reluctant, because my pussy was still hurting from the raping that I had earlier. So Stephen held my neck from behind and the three of them carried me to Marks room down the hall. They laid me on Marks bed, then Mark laid down beside me and whispered to my ear, dont worry Ill take care of you, and we wont hurt you, that made me calm down a bit. Since I no longer had anything hiding my pussy, the three had easy access to my swelling wet pussy. All of them just took off their clothes. She smiled, licked her lips and closed her eyes, immersing herself totally into the thought of what was to come. Then, as she leaned back, she heard a door open. She held her breath, listening, heart beating. Someone came in and shut the door behind them. She could now hear footsteps coming towards her. She waited. She could feel a bit of sweat trickle down from her temple. He leaned down and whispered, “You’re mine now.” She felt his fingertips graze the tip of her ear running down to her.