She had meant to turn towards him and let him get some ‘almost’ pictures of her, but never intended to show everything. This time, she was conscio...sly choosing to do it, and she felt so aroused by doing so.Pete remained near to her head, but moved around from side to side as he took picture after picture of her, occasionally giving instructions, like to cup her boobs, or put her arms out to the side. As much as the adrenaline in Hayley’s system was flowing every time she heard a beep, Pete’s. To my relief, Emily hadanother class to get to and she soon left me on my own and I quicklygot back to my car and sped home. Paul and Steve were at class butKevin was there on the couch, as usual, when I walked in."Oh, hey sissy slut. Have fun at class? Holy shit! Did you wear that?Fucking hell. And are you carrying a fucking purse?"It's not a purse. It's a makeup bag. Emily made me." God you are such a pussy. 'It's not a purse, it's a makeup bag.' HA HAHA HA! You even sound like a prissy. I moan her name, but I think my breaths are too quick for her to hear it. I close my eyes as she pounds into me from behind, filling me up deeply.A small part of me wishes that she were a boy fucking me with a real dick, but she’s skilled enough that it barely matters. I reach one hand under me and rub my clit as Bianca makes me hers.My knees feel weak. Bianca fucks me as hard as ever, and I can barely think. All I know is that I don’t want her to stop. I can hear her saying something lewd, but. Interrogator? Where is Thale? Did you fucking hurt him?” A sudden image – me in some simstim tank, Thale strapped down. Me, shining and knightly, bursting out to cut him free. My hands tightened and I nearly grabbed the beast by his snout.The beast chuckled. “No. We’re not even on Eudaimonia – we’re currently each in an acceleration tank on my stealth corvette, burning as hard as we can when we’re not jumping between systems. This sim-stim is on an adjusted time scale. The months will pass.