She had never met Lord Jim before, probably. He makes one hell of an awful first impression. "I'm here to help her."Jim spit on the ground. "This girl...is beyond help," he declared, making a wide gesture with his hand. "I ought to exterminate all these brutes, all these people. I ought to kill them all!"But they earn you money, I thought, glaring at Jim. What a despicable fiend, I shook my head. Truly a demon. He hates his clientele, yet he is perfectly willing to exploit them over and over. He. He had kept his eyes on her tits during most of the conversation. She didn’t know if he knew what was under the jumper she wore, and was sure he would be shocked if he could see. Men usually expect to find fleshy globes on a woman’s chest. Not metal.As she left the shop she could already feel how badly turned on she was. Had she ever felt like this before the modifications, she would never have done it. In the past sex was a take or leave it option. Now, now it was too late, it seemed she was. The car was ugly as hell. Nineteen fifty-nine was before the pill, before the war, before you could pick rubbers off the shelf. Sex was supposed to be locked up inside marriage. Sanitary napkins were hidden behind the counter. AIDS? Unknown. Sex toys? What do you mean? The sluggish, silent 50s—people didn't talk about sex openly, casually. It was embarrassing. Anal sex, lesbians, the kinkier stuff was only whispered of, almost as if such things were a fatal disease. Many people had no clue. If. He had just fucked his mother, and now his very beautiful Aunt Jean was standing in front of him naked as the day she was born. Her tits were perfect cones, he had never seen tits shaped like that except in magazines. He almost shot his pent-up load. If possible, his cock grew harder. Ridges were visible up and down its length and the head was red-purple and swelled to a size he had never before seen. Jean shifted her gaze to his massive hard-on and gasped at its size. "Sit down on my lap,.