Of course, most of youlikely aren't old enough to remember, and consciousness transfers havebeen so completely replaced by cell-sculpting and robotic ...urgery that thephrase is dusty and dated."Are you Benjamin's sister?" Karen asked, scrutinizing Cat's face, itsmuscles rippling with my smile.The transfer had already nearly slipped my mind, though my headphone cordsliding across my nipples occasionally reminded me of my new, temporarybody with a slight frictional sting and an accompanying wave. As I tasted myself on the tip of Jonah’s tongue, his cock pressed against my pussy and he roughly pushed up my dress, exposing my tits. ‘I want to fuck this nice wet cunt before I fuck your ass,’ he said, all matter of fact as he bit my neck and his fingers squeezed my nipples.Pushing inside me, he lifted my legs for deeper access. Kneeling, he fucked me while his gaze roved all over my body, his eyes thick with lust and approval.‘You look a horny bitch I’ll give you that,’ he said, roughly. She submitted to their potency, opening her pussy to him as his just reward. "Do it, Daddy!" she said.His breath played over the soft thighs as he gently removed the thong down over her legs. She wanted the tongue and lips, the secure knowing strength which had conquered her; the very breath brought fresh thrills to her most female parts, so completely open now.His tongue licked with just its tip along the length of the slit and his fingers played across the extraordinary soft tenderness of her. In the back of his mind, though, he now had confirmation of what was happening at work. He now knew Col. Price and Sgt. Thomas were actively angling to pin the escape on him and his people. George knew he needed to make sure his people were not made scapegoats by men whom he could barely convince himself were human. He also felt this would be a perfect opportunity to further sway any prying eyes into his culpability of allowing the man to go free. His feelings on helping the man had never.