Rabella returned home from work and soon wondered where Simon was. Checking her handheld computer for messages, she read Simon's terse email. “You b...tter sound convincing too.”Sarah gives him a slight nod, which is all she can do considering he still has his hand tangled up in her hair. She also puts on the best smile she can manage. Satisfied that she is going to cooperate, Cash frees his hand from her hair.Without missing a beat, Sarah drops her head into his lap. An instant later, he lets out a deep groan as the warm wetness of her mouth engulfs his cock. She doesn’t really have much in the way of experience, but she has practiced. ”Yes, HndyAndy was my chatroom name. Back then I was 45 and running a trim 170 pounds on my six-foot frame. Blue eyes and dark brown hair completed the picture. Maybe a little skinny, maybe a little geeky with the glasses I wore, but I think I looked OK.I thought Cara was gorgeous, even in gym wear. At five-foot-one, she probably weighed about 110, which gave her legs some extra curvature that looked really nice in shorts. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose-fitting shorts, so I couldn’t. The governing aristocrats ran a pretty loose feudal society, with a king, barons, yeomen, and peasants. While I am here, I may shake that up a little, but that is not my main assignment.I have my old body as my outward appearance, but my cyborg constitution can change that as necessary. I am 6'-1" tall, weigh 183 pounds (my internal anti-gravity device can also adjust that as needed), have very dark, almost black hair, and brown eyes. My features are handsome by some standards, but I think that.