She was a regular at this very 5 star Country Club. As the wine was poured, she started talking. I learned all about those many years between then and...now. Politely, I asked the right questions to steer the conversation away from me and my past. All the while she found several reasons to emphasize a comment and insisted on holding hands, and occasionally kissing my fingers. I felt like it was my first date as a teenager. She was fascinating!Then, without any preamble, she said, her voice a. Now, after seven years of the Government of National Unity and a year of the White Death, there was nothing that could tarnish their innate sense of superiority.Iris soon came to rather prefer the secluded, secure and tidy world of immaculate lawns behind the electric fences to the perils of her life outside. This was ironic because it was only outside that she was able to enjoy her free time. The world where she worked was a place where the roads were lit in the dark; where the electricity was. Letting out a deep-seated gasp, and smiling lustfully at me, she began to slowly stroke me with practiced precision.My mouth was moving calmly around her body, starting with the top of her head, moving patiently to her ears, neck, along her shoulder and this little spot just below her throat directly above and between her breasts, in between two of the scars she bore. This spot did something to her that I had found by experimentation years ago, but when licked, or kissed or nibbled could cause. There were dozens of machines moving around the compound. Two looked like they were scraping the dirt because they were leaving a large gash in the grass. It was heading northeast and looked like it was a runway. The whole compound was surrounded by a force field fence, which circled the domes. It was about fifty feet from the nearest one. A second fence was forty feet out from it. I could tell it was a fence, because it kept shimmering as if something was running into it. On the inside of the.