A moment after Caderousse's face appeared at the grating in the door. "Ah, you are punctual," said he, as he drew back the door."Confound you and your...punctuality!" said Andrea, throwing himself into a chair in a manner which implied that he would rather have flung it at the head of his host."Come, come, my little fellow, don't be angry. See, I have thought about you--look at the good breakfast we are going to have; nothing but what you are fond of." Andrea, indeed, inhaled the scent of. “So long as you and Warren aren’t exclusive, you’re welcome in my bed if nobody else is there. Heck, even if somebody else is there, but that’s not your thing.”“Nope. It’s not. One person at a time. I have zero interest in multiple partners at the same time.”“I know,” I said, then remembered. “I need to call Kara and Jennifer.”I went to my room to make the calls. I called Kara first. We talked about when I’d visit and I suggested Valentine’s Day weekend as my first visit, then Spring Break, and. He hadn’t even bothered to remove my panties. He'd just slid them aside and pushed himself in, filling me up effortlessly. He slammed in and out of me a few times to let me know he was really there, then held my hips to still me as I strained towards him, so that we could align our coupling with the scene before us. The man had pulled his cock out of the woman and was waving it around like a flag, displaying the red proof of her virginity to an excited audience. Erotically the cock inside me. (Like I said, these people clearly are not human.) And because of the aforementioned lack of any true friendship or love, no one mourns the loss of anyone. Indeed, your own closest "friends" and "family" are just as likely to see entertainment value in your torture and death as anything else.Fifth, the setting is kind of a near-future one, with self-driving cars, wearable always-on computers, artificially grown organisms, and things like that.Nothing in this story models anything realistic at.