"It's not very large for the eleven of us."A voice erupted from thin air, "There is a second level that is accessible through the lift pad in the far ...orner of this room."Everyone looked around with confused expressions. There was no response to the voiced questions until Constance asked, "Who's spying on us?" Not spying, merely observing," the voice replied. "I am the AI responsible for this habitat pod. Unless otherwise directed, I only respond to the sponsor assigned to these quarters." Oh?". There is very little room to spread out so we are all expected to be very close to our partners and anyone else that is with in a foot of you.I get to dance closer to Nimrod for our waltz and I do hesitate to call it that. If it was any place but the compound we would have been arrested of public displays of affection. It is like I am poured into place with Nimrod. and spun around with no control where we are going other than the whims of the crowd around us.It is the most fun I have had since. Now she was stuck covering Amateur Night at Chandra's, a 21-and-up club known for erotic "hypnotists," sexy magician acts, raunchy comedians and waitresses in bunny uniforms. Her camerawoman, Pat, panned across the crowd to show who was here. There was Councilwoman Sandra Terry, hopefully only watching so she could tell the others on the City Council what a horrible place this was and have it shut down. Over in one corner was Michiko Smith-Takei, the twentyish widow of Vernon Smith, the man. This gave me the green signal and I confirmed that ok the ball is now in my court and soon pulled towards me.I kissed her shoulder, neck, cheeks and finally she lost control where we had lip lock for 10 mins. It was total different experience sucking the lips and she started to loose control.I wanted to go slowly whereas she was already aroused by this act and has completely surrendered to me.She took her blanket and covered both of us where if some on sees should not stare at us. I soon slid.