I wore no pantyhose since it was summer. I unclasped my bra and hung it on a hook, as well; I hesitated about my panties, then, thought 'what the hell... she's a professional' and I took them off too. Before I climbed onto the table, I looked down at my naked body in the soft dim candlelight and thought I didn't look all that bad for a girl my age. My tummy was pretty flat and my breasts - though not really huge like a Playboy model's - were quite respectable and suffered only a little from the. Vixen didn't tell the young man that the visitor was far from the first man who had fucked her that summer nor would he be the last. As she now recalled the incident, when the man left, her father mounted her and enjoyed himself, helping her sleep, as he put it."I'm going to turn in so we can get an early start," Jim said. "The bathrooms are closed but here's a port-a-potty up by the gate." There was still some purplish light high in the sky.Vixen nodded and while the man went off to the. Please… It never was. He would bring himself that close to his orgasm, then back off. He wasn’t ready to finish that quickly. Dully, she wondered what he would do next. He did what she hated most. She gritted her teeth to hold back the screams. His fingers probed at her ass, seeking the tiny exit from her body, then teasing it. She tensed, holding still. A thick digit pushed past the clamped muscles, touching her inside. Nothing was sacred to him. Nothing was private. Please, no, she begged,. "Can you take us to another level?" Mark asked."Yes," came the answer.Mark waited and nothing happened. "Will you take us to another level?" Yes," came the answer. Still nothing happened."Will you please take us now?" Mark then understood that this thing had more in common with computers than he originally thought. Mark needed to make a more specific request for something and project his desire for it to happen before it would do anything. It had to be given orders first. Perhaps it would.