I didn't see how it could be done, since none of these voices had any physical presence here. CO2 explained to me that they didn't have any bodies, an...where. He said I should try to think of them as computer operating systems, all existing in a huge wireless universe. They could communicate with any sentient life form, but needed assistance from corporeal beings in building or moving things.We talked about things like taxes, and whether this long, healthy life he'd promised me wouldn't arouse. After all the mean things I’ve done to my poor Sultan; keeping him in a cage for hours upon hours and torturing him night after night by letting him lick my pussy until he was hard and aroused, and I never gave a single thought about his discomfort or satisfaction. That is, until you showed me how wrong I was, Claire. How mean I was treating him. And, I realized since I never stroked him off, or sucked his pretty doggy-cock, or let him fuck me, I have to make it up to him. Why, I never even. "I have a travel bag in back seat of the truck and an extra uniform, can you have one of the girls get them for me?" I asked."The streets are still closed, only police are allowed," she said as she handed my truck key to Grant who left immediately."Please tell me what happened at the crosswalk. They haven't told me anything," I said."I'll let the girls do that, they are beaming and want to tell you the story themselves so I won't spoil it for them," Jenny said. "I'll go get them while we are. I am scared of the unknown and the path this act will set my feet upon but I part my lips obediently and slide the tip of my tongue over the smooth crown of your erect penis, lapping.Your moan encourages me to be bolder and I slip my lips all the way over the head. It's soft and dry and smooth, and I imagine that it almost squeaks like taut cling wrap might when rubbed, as I wet it with my tongue and take it deeper into my mouth."Good girl," you mutter, and the words thrill me.I try to respond.