She's slim, not particularly tall, but small and light on her feet as she moves. She wears a dark jacket and as she moves between a gap of cars, I see...she's wearing dark jeans and shoes. I don't really know what makes me notice her, as all I can see is the back of her as she walks away from me. All I can determine is a pale shapely neck and short, dark hair shaped into a softer style than mine. Just as I wonder what her face looks like, she looks over her shoulder, a pair of light blue eyes. It appears that as of today you've now eligible to serve us as a volunteer, provided of course that you pass your CIP test," they stated."That is correct; however, I am highly intelligent, and feel I have something very important to contribute to this meeting," I answered."Yes, our records do indicate that you possess an IQ that's well above genius level, still do you honestly believe that you could come up with a better plan then the one your father and his friends have submitted?" the AI. Her wine-colored gown was lying in a puddle of smooth, heavy fabric at her feet, and her hands were on her own round breasts. Suddenly, she pitched forward, her hands gripping the heavy decorative wire at the foot of her bed, and Broman saw that it wasn't her hands that held her breasts savagely... it was his own pair. With Alesandra now bent, he saw himself behind her, his head thrown back in pure pleasure as he invaded her gorgeous body from behind. He felt himself pushing into her, reveling. “So – so soft … so sleepy … so easy to listen … so sleepy … feeling your eyes closing …” She murmured, blinking more heavily.“So soft … so sleepy … eyes closing …” He said of his own volition.Lucy’s eyes closed and didn’t open again. Her voice trailed off. In her tired daze she could feel his cock begin to swell once more, pressing into her thighs and buttocks. She was so sleepy, so dreamy, however, it didn’t seem to matter. It didn’t matter that her first attempt at hypnosis hadn’t worked. It.