It was and black, purely functional I guessed, no balls or moving parts, just a big dido for a girl to fuck another girl with. And this is of course,... what Carol wanted. She was back on the bed, legs in the air, expectant. "God, that would look nice with stockings and suspenders" remarkedTony, of my outfit. "I don't have any with me" I said, still holding the cock of this thing"Well, time we went out shopping then" he said Carol looked sooooooo disappointed, but cheered up as Tony said. You're lying right on the mattress's sweet spot, free of lumps and dips, and the temperature is toasty warm.Even before glancing over at the glowing red numbers on the clock radio beside my bed, I knew it was still in the middle of the night, seeing as the room was pitch black, impossible to see a hand in front of my face. I was about to close my eyes and go back to blissful sleep when an upsetting realization hit me – something had woke me up. I have no idea what, some sort of out of place. Julie groaned “For what we are about to receive girls, may our bodies be truly grateful.” They all laughed.Robert let Terry drive the Celica back. She was an excellent driver he knew, and her gear shifts were quick and positive.As it was only 5:30, they headed for the bar and a drink, the girls joining in a huddle chatting. The hotel had filled up, it being a weekend, and Robert noticed there seemed to a lot more middle aged men accompanied by either secretaries or daughters. After a few drinks. That was John Sanjust. They wanted him for his expertise, but also because they knew he'd be easier to control than an irascible old professor.John hoped it was a false alarm. He would have prayed as well, but he was an atheist and couldn't see the point.He knew there were two critical fail-safes. The first pumped super-cooled gas into the room, dropping the temperature down to around -190 °C in a few seconds and turning the whole lab into a giant ice box. That was if they wanted to preserve.