Mike smiled real big at the thought that had just entered his mind. ‘Okay class, let’s get a shuttle, were going on a field trip to Kansas!’ Als...-while at the robotic and synthetic humanoid research facility Mr. Bourbon and Lt. Camcorder were explaining the situation that led to the destruction of one of Lt. Camcorder’s internal heads. ‘I’m telling ya, it was the only way to get the fuel processed,’ offered Mr. Bourbon. Lt. Camcorder continued, ‘one minute less and the bourbon/matter mixture. "Feel good, 'Archie'?" the former Archie whispered, and his tongue snaked into Ronnie's new ears. "Now you're the slave, and I am the dominatrix!" Stop!" she begged, but she only heard her own old laugh coming back at her.The smooth, slim fingers and elegantly shaped nails kept stroking the dick.Ronnie groaned. "No!" Feels good, doesn't it, Archie? Do you want me to stop?"Veronica desperately wanted to say YES, but it felt too good. She openedher mouth, but only gasped. Then she came. "Oh, God!. The two-year-old ran to Sissy and cried, "Mama?" When she got close enough to see that Sissy was not her mother, she stopped, looked around, and started to cry.The six-year-old stood with a blank look on her face. She was beginning to understand that her mother did not send the men. She did not know where her mother was, but she knew it wasn't here. While fear did not consume her yet, she was fighting a losing battle with it. "Where are we? Who are you?"Sissy looked at the two girls and. Then one day---- I was riding my motorcycle down the road, happy as can be when the urge to find a restroom came upon me. The two lane highway in Alabama I was on had a rest area not too far ahead and I sped up to get to it. Fortunately it was right where I thought it was and I parked and got to the restroom. It was not a modern rest area like you find on the interstates, well lit, antiseptically clean and staffed by guards and cleaning staff. It was an old time wooden building with only one.