Maybe I should describe myself. My name at the time of my capture was Alena Fortney. I was the only daughter of the station’s commander, James Fortn...y, and was the man in charge of the mining station. We mined the Kuiper asteroid belt and traded our raw ore with Earth as well as the Lunar and Mars colonies, in exchange for manufactured goods as well as food, water and air.My mother, Janet Fortney, died when I was 12 from a mutated form of pneumonia. None of the antibiotics had any effect on it. ..” he crooned, “your lips taste good. Do it for longer.” She let her lips touch his again and kept them there. She closed her eyes. Casey kept his open. Finally he leaned away. “Good girl,” he smiled, “now kiss my face.” She kissed his strong, smooth jaw. “See,” he said, “this isn’t so bad, is it?” “I hate you,” Amy sobbed. Casey laughed. “You think I give a shit,” he said. He put his hand up Amy’s dress letting it cup her warm pussy. “...this is all I fucking care about... this and. ”“I’ve heard that from a number of girls,” Master said. “The programming seems intentional, but I haven’t figured out why they did that particular kink.”“Maybe as a punishment,” I suggested.Master looked at me. “Really?”“It seemed so with Sammy and me.”The Floozy nodded. “You know, now that you mention it, you could say that. Maybe the programmer was homophobic, and put that in.” She looked at Master.Now that I knew he invented the collar technology, a lot of things became clearer to me.“That’s. To Dave's right they could see most of the commercial area of North Beach. There were amusement parks, motels, cottages for rent, restaurants, service stations, more retail stores, and lots of other tourist attractions. Dave and Ann went right and Dave gave her a Reader's Digest of what might be worthwhile to visit and what was just a tourist trap. Dave suggested they plan on spending a day at an amusement park called SandBox, which had go-karts, bumper boats, miniature putt, and several rides.