You couldn't always afford the pill andsometimes your clients didn't wear a condom if they paid you a littleextra. But there were cheap solutions to y...ur pregnancy problems athand. After one very unsterile backyard abortion you very nearly bledto death. The Doctors in the Emergency department were only just ableto save you. You needed a lot of blood transfusions."Apparently I had rewritten that as a miscarriage in my deluded versionof events."Your mental health deteriorated over the years.. Jack empathized with them."Do you want some real camping fun?" a voice whispered in Jack's ear.Jack turned his head. It was the improperly dressed girl. She smiled at him."Be at the bathroom in ten minutes," she said. She disappeared behind the tents.The ranger robots were about to start up the campfire songs. They were sort of fun. Jack enjoyed songs like, "Drive, drive, drive your float". It was sort of strange to sing about one's flying vehicle, but the tune was catchy. It was best not to. "After all, you all know how sensitive your penises are, and how good it feels to stimulate them. Plus, you know what it feels like when your ejaculation reflex is triggered. You know that once that happens, if you're inside a vagina, there's nothing you can do to stop it, and your body will fill hers with your genetic material whether you want it to or not. And if that happens, there's nothing either of you can do to prevent impregnation. Both of your bodies will have done what they've been. "Good. I am going to place it on your pussy and you will continue to maintain your silence no matter what this device does to you. Understand?" Michelle nodded her head that she understood the command, although following it may be more difficult. Tony placed the butterfly between the lips of her pussy and wrapped the straps around her thighs and waist. "Okay, then back under the desk, my dear," he said, moving his chair out of the way. She scooted back into the corner, leaning back and pulling.