Across town, the woman with the brown tights and sensible shoes tied her leash to one of the bed legs, and lay on the bed as her husband snored in his...armchair downstairs. She peeled the tights down and pulled her sticky panties clear of her fully aroused and dripping mature cunt; the scent of which flooded the room, she had not been this excited in years. She pulled the leash tight with one hand and thought of her discipline and humiliation of Gordon as she nursed her hot and juicy cunt with. "I feelconflicted. I haven't had an erection in so long. God, I'd love anerection."Scott thought of the past few months and how certain he felt that beinga woman felt so right. He remembered forcing aside the desperation foran erection. VR vaginal had saved him with an alternative. But had hegiven up too soon? Had he just needed some good sexing and didn'treally want to be a woman?He confided some more with the robot, "You know, if we did it, here, andif I did it as a mechanical male --. He began to slowly enter her ass, knowing that it would hurt if she had never done it before or if he approached it too roughly. She went a little stiff on him and seemed to resist a little as he pushed his cock head past the first bit of resistance. Then she relaxed a little and groaned with what sounded like pleasure and he inched forward into her rectum. He then reached around and slid a finger into her pussy as he continued to drive his cock the rest of the way in. Betsy continued to focus. She knew from the distance they had travelled that she had little or no chance of getting back to Tradagha if she fled and that the camp was surrounded by desert for many miles in all directions. If she fled at random, her best hope would be to die of thirst, and her worst fate would be if nomads found her. While death was an option she did not completely exclude, being a slave of the nomads was not a choice she relished. This man had not beaten her this night, he had merely taken his pleasure.