“Okay, Nick,” I said, wiping off my own grin, “Tell us everything they didn’t want you to remember.”Nick’s story was pretty much the same ...s Greg’s, except he had gone alone with Mike and Alex to see the sleeping area, and after Nick’s persona was copied and the rat programming was done, Alex asked Mike if he could talk to Nick alone for a few minutes, which Mike agreed to.Alex told Nick that he would meet one of his masters next weekend and that Master Richardson was going to like Nick a lot.. She tucked her clothes under one arm, and grabbed at the handles of the cups.Jennifer dashed into the kitchen, shoving the clothes hastily into the washing machine, and placing the cups in the sink. She ran back into the lounge and saw with alarm that her bra had fallen on the floor.She grabbed at it, and dashed back to the washing machine and threw it in.Her hands shaking, she washed the cups, then dried them and put them away.She returned to the lounge, but suddenly remembered that she had. “Yes,” my sister panted, her eyes smoky as she stared at it, her cheeks dark. “It's here. And we can't play with it.”I was about to object, to say we couldn't, but that powerful ache permeated the tip of my dick. That wonderful need to bury in feminine flesh. In the taboo bowels of my younger sister. Wicked thoughts shot out of my cock, invading my mind, demanding my surrender to the will of my new appendage.I threw a look over my shoulder. Tarik stared intently at the screen. The announcer. I have never fucked a woman, fucked and used hard, the way I did with you Monday. You pulled it out of me. Yet, the one time we made love, sweet and tender, caring, really loving, it was beautiful and exciting.” Greg paused a moment to consider his thoughts. “The other times, when we had hard rough sex, they were just as exciting, maybe even more exciting because you wanted it that way. If I held back, would you have been disappointed?” “I don’t think disappointed is the right word, but not as.