My fingers were no longer under my control as they grew tired of just teasing and both hands now under the silk. One hand slipped into my sex and just...opened as the other one took two fingers and slipped inside of my most sacred area. I have played with my self many times before but nothing felt like this. It was as if I had no control over my body and he was controlling it.As my fingers slipped inside I came upon an obstacle which shot pain straight to my brain. I stopped pulling myself out of. Inside, the connecting doors had been installed and the smell of fresh paint filled the building. The heat/AC units had been hooked up and were running on the heat cycle to help fast dry the paint. The carpet installers were putting down industrial grade carpet in 30 inch squares. We had paint and carpet glue smell to deal with today.At five after eight Patti came in late again. She looked like she had been in a brawl over the weekend. She had on heavy makeup and one side of her face appeared. Onour way home Sandy was asking me if I really did not mind helping herout. I told her again it was no big deal and that by helping her outit was my way of showing her my support. Laughing softly she smiledat me and told me that the next style or styles she tries on me mightmake me change my mind, I just smiled and shook my head in a way totell her that would not happen.We finally got back to her house and I kissed her goodnight, shetold me sleep tight and that I had been such a good sport to. My household contributed six humans. After six weeks I would see my old crew again—they and their mommies added 14 humans to the guest list. The remaining eight breakfast guests were going to be 'important officials.'Why breakfast? Brunch, really—we humans like to sleep in. Silvia had bragged about Omelet Day on board the Futile Gesture. Once per week I would prepare omelets for the entire crew—not a burden because a Futility-class Intruder averages about a dozen people in its crew. For long.