“Stop behaving like a cheap skin-job. You’re a Model Four Jennifer, the closest thing to a human being there is,” Christina rebuked her.“But s...ill not human,” Jennifer said matter-of-factly.“But more human than some that claim to be,” Christina leaned in and kissed Jennifer on the lips.Jennifer was so taken aback that at first she didn’t respond; then Jennifer kissed Christina in return, gently stroking her hair as their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. They broke the kiss and looked. So they, um. Mmmm. They finally let me out and I'm a total hose beast.I mean I want to fuck every one of them but they wouldn't let me. Theyjust told me to get on my knees and crawl to anyone who called for me.And I did. I did it a little cuz I couldn't - put your other hand here,with the finger along the side and just graze the nipple with the thumb- that's it.I couldn't find it in me to say no to these guys, to any guys, really.But mostly I did it, cuz I found I really liked giving them. As I was fingering her, I noticed a huge truck approaching in my rear view mirror. I thought it would be fun to give the trucker a show, so I decided not to tell Ana. The truck pulled into the passing lane and then I adjusted my speed so that the cab of his truck would be even with our cabin; giving him a good view of Anita's exposed pussy. Then I was surprised to see two men staring out the window grinning from ear to ear. I continued to finger Ana, bringing her closer to come. As she got. "Yes, you DO understand, Cassie. I used to think I would hate being Mistress' slave. Now I live for it." Y-Yes of course. And you ... you were once afraid of your Mistress' laptop."Suddenly, the gray in the doorway is replaced with a dining room, and upon the end of the table is a laptop with a closed lid. Heather turns towards it. "The laptop?" Yes, the laptop. The webcam."Heather starts towards it, and Melinda vanishes. "Yes, the webcam. I remember. I was afraid Mistress would use it to take.