It was more than erotic. It felt as if Pattie had opened herself up to me so completely, that I could reach into the very core of her being. I was r...ally enjoying pleasuring this woman any way she wanted, for as long as she wanted, whenever she wanted. I almost could feel what she liked to have done to her sexually, and believe me, I enjoyed doing every one of them for her (and for me as well).Pattie started panting even more heavily. Her chest started heaving. Her abdominal muscles. Telea just had a nasty concussion. Both could be treated without advanced medicine.The fourth “crew-member” was Rospar, the ship robot, a six-foot contraption of vaguely-humanoid chrome. Actually, it was more properly ROSPAR, he supposed, although he had no memory of what the acronym stood for. ROSPAR performed a range of autonomous tasks and protocols considered too dangerous for a human, or too susceptible to human bias.The robot was designed to prioritise the safety of the ship’s cargo, to. After fourteen minutes, the door opened, and Faith walked in, slightly out of breath. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top like she often did when she went running or to work out. She was red-faced.“What in the hell is going on, Faith?” Larry asked as soon as she came inside.“Nothing is going on,” Faith explained, sitting down across from her husband. “He’s a nude model. I was painting him. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant. "I love her. I know, it is fucked up, but I love her, so I just layed there, waiting for my sentence.She was dressed up, really hot, wearing one of those leather like pants - leggings, that perfectly sat on her ass. Sex on a fucking stick.She went to one of many Belgrade "fancy" bars, sat at the bar, and waited. She told herself, that she will fuck the first guy that hits on her. Maybe ten or twenty minutes passed, and a young, fit guy, started hitting on her. A student. Handsome, she says,.