As her eyes were glued to the screen, I slid a questing hand over my breasts gently, teasing my nipples. Instantly, I was wet. My clit was throbbing, ...emanding my attention. I returned my gaze to the TV, where Becky was now rubbing lubrication over her dildo. The thin plastic member was humming, and I realised it was a vibrator. As she smoothed lotion onto the length she squirmed and turned slightly, showing the camera the ribbed nub that ground against her pubis. I heard Nikki moan softly as. She was coming from downstairs, her bleached-blonde hair a tousled mess, her face still beautiful even stripped of her makeup, far more natural and mature. Her breasts strained her purple robe, only half-tied, her cleavage jiggling before me. My dick twitched.“What are you doing in Jenny's room so late?” she asked, biting her lip.My stomach twisted. “She was having a computer problem. I just had to fix it for her. She wouldn't leave me alone until I did it.”“Oh, okay,” she said, her eyes. ?”“My reward.” The Dwimar confirmed. “Tha’ Vampyr said ‘is Master was mos’ ‘mpressed with my work’ship.”“What does it do?” John asked excitedly. “If they upgrade you, it’s usually something really great.”“‘Ndeed it does.” Dulgan admitted. He pointed at the pole ax leaning beside John. “Tha’ one o’ theirs?”“Yeah, why?” John acknowledged.“Give it ‘ere.” Dulgan motioned. “An’ wait.”The Dwarf pulled his boot off, exposing his false, dragon-rewarded foot. He crossed his short legs, with the metal. “Scientologists” Linda said with a sniff. While waiting for the light to change we overheard them talking to this couple about how they should go to the center and get tested. Then on the next block there were 4 Hare Krishnas banging half-heartedly on a tambourine and trying to sell flowers. We were now seeing the real Hollywood. A few cult members, some punk rockers, lots of homeless k**s, and a few tourists here and there. Even a few girls I was pretty sure were prostitutes.Oh, we had some.