I can see a shadow of a face by me and the shine of his smile in the moonlight. "Please don't," I whisper out but he slaps me across the face. "You li...e this. You want to know how I know?" I don't answer and he slaps me again. "Do you want to know how I know ?" "Yes, yes, how?" "This is how." He thrust himself all the way into me with what seemed to be a great ease. He pumped himself in and out of me, each time with a more forceful, harder thrust. As he was thrusting in and out, he leaned down. Lunt's "virtual" Tracy was based on the telemetry being sent from her implant; the figure was shapely but smooth and inhuman. The image had no face but an impression of a face with indications of eyes, eyebrows, a nose and mouth. The hair was stiff and unmoving. Where perfect, lovely breasts with well defined nipples should have been, the computer generated 2 round forms protruding from the upper torso of the figure; where the small soft mass of Tracy's pubic hairs should have been, the virtual. Go ahead.” The women began their usual chit-chat as Sonia swabbed something cold onto my sack. After a couple of minutes, I felt a slight pin prick in the middle of my sack. A few more minutes passed. Sonia again dug her fingers into my sack, trying to locate the elusive testicles. “Does it hurt when I do that?” she asked. “I don’t feel much of anything!” I replied. Sonia continued the chit-chat with Shelly as she worked on my scrotum. I had no idea what Sonia was spending so much time. He stressed to her that he realised that it was strictly against the rules and he would reluctantly understand if she had to say no, but he promised her faithfully that the matter would be kept strictly private between themselves and she would come to no harm. Jasmine seemed very flattered that Danny felt so strongly about her but was initially extremely reluctant to agree to his ardent request. She admitted that she always became very excited when they spoke and indeed had frequently drenched.