Zilch. Nada." We're all sitting here listening to you," Karen used a soft and calming voice, "and although I can't speak for the guys, we girls aren't...after your body. And knowing my brother like I do, if he took you, he'd give you his heart in exchange. Dwayne's pretty much the same way. And what about Pete? Did he spend all that time talking with you because he wanted sex? Ever consider that there are people out there that do give a damn? Might want to give it a shot, because I've just showed. Other feelings washed over me but didn’t trigger any corresponding feeling or emotion in my memories, so they remained abstracts.The second part was also a frequent visitor. I was living my previous life. I had aged, and watched my wife slowly age, in the two years plus since my recycling. Everything in that life appeared as I might have imagined it. I suppose that’s reasonable considering I was (probably) imagining it. It was reassuring to think that in some branch of time I was still there,. I was on the verge of coming a couple of times, but he prevented me from orgasming by changing pace for a few seconds, therefore prolonging the pleasure (or the torture). Suddenly, a finger went inside my pussy softly, applying just the perfect pressure and finding my G-spot. The combination of pleasure from the G-spot with the amazing vibrations of eating my pussy sent my juices splurging everywhere in an incredible explosion of pleasure. The orgasm was so intense that my body shook, contorted. When I was done, she cleaned me well with her tongue and I came down from the chair and joined her at Susan that was standing awaiting the rest of her treatment. Miss Margaret ordered Susan to put herself down like a dog and Maggie to hit her like a bitch on her asshole. I put myself behind Miss Margaret and I slipped my hands between her robes. My arms were around her and I moved my left hand up till I touched one of her breast, I could feel her nipple so hard. With my other hand I went down.