One of my crew mates who has a thing for historical music sometimes plays an old recording of a song called, "Feel Like A Number" and complains often ...ow without his service number no one would recognize him. The secret that I once had a number for a name is something that I dare not let out to my crew mates. After the Eugenics War we're not very welcome among those that were created the old fashioned way. Even today were I to be discovered on one of Earth's colonies I would be hunted, locked. I lost count of my orgasms after 3 or 4, he was really bringing me a level of ecstasy that I haven’t had in a while.In the heat of the moment I decided that I wanted to give him one more of his fantasies. I reached around for his dick and on one of his strokes I pulled it out of my cunt and aimed it to my ass. My ass was soaked with my fluids and I knew he wouldn’t have any trouble penetrating me. I told him to go in slow and easy. He kept saying “Oh my God, I can’t believe this is finally. Ankita: yyyyyyyaaaaLove: maine apna haath aapki pant mein ghusa diyaAnkita: yyyyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhLove: oh ye to bahut garam hai yaar?Ankita: chusoLove: or ye geela geela meri ungliyon par bhi lag gaya?main apni ungaliyon ko taste karta koonAnkita: ya baby taste it ahhhhhhLove: wow yaar ye to bahut tasty hai yaarAnkita: you like it hmm uummm ya baby come onLove: dil karta hai saare kapde faad kar abhi saara joose choos loonAnkita: chuso ya come onLove: saara din saari jindagi yahi choosta hi. I looked at his face for one last time. He said go for it, baby. It’s your day. I took his cock in my mouth like any professional prostitute and started to him the best blow he could image. In a soft voice, he said ‘ you already got around 15 guys watching your show.I think we should get rid of your dress or else it be too late if the news spreads out of the restroom.As I continued to suck my husband’s cock, he pushed the dress straps from my shoulder and dress slipped down my body. I left the.