His kisses were deep and passionate. We're talking, curl my toes and straighten my hair kind of passion. He quickly removed my top, with a minor bit o... help, removed my bra, and began kissing his way to my breasts. This only required minor instructions, where to kiss, and when to be gentle. I slipped his t-shirt off as his hands started to go south to remove my pants. He slipped off my jeans and soon I was laying there in just my pink thong panties (yes ... I really wear those and it wasn't. “It belongs to Daddy! ‘Taker just comes here and commandeers the place whenever he likes and sleeps in our beds and eats our food and sends us on errands and makes us wait on him! We all hate his guts!” Turning for a moment, she glared at me. “And we feel exactly the same about *you*, understand? I don’t know why he decided to keep you here–I don’t know what you’re doing here at all, whoever you are! You’re not even *dead!*” “Um…no. Is he really what he says he is? Uh…undead?” “Du-uuh! Of. "Sonja stopped her narrative and all three women looked at me with bated breath. I sat silently for a few moments, as I tried to grasp what Sonja said. The concept of them being from the distant future actually did not bother me. I prided myself for being a progressive man, even if my choice of professions did not show it. I knew that scientific and inventive men were moving the world forward at an amazing pace. Who knows what wonders they would come up with, given over five hundred years to do. Why do they do it? Well because its fun and they have always gotten away with it, so why not. Ted and Mark waited in the lobby of the 16 screen cinema waiting for just the right woman, one who would be perfect for The Game.Susan was bored. Her husband was out of town on a business trip and she didn't have anything to do. The house was clean, the ironing done and she had even cleaned out the garage for him. Now what? She was looking through the newspaper when she came to the entertainment.