I sent my message: Hi, how are you? How are you feeling? Are you alone?With an evil grin, I send my message and waited for her reply. It arrived a few...minutes later. She said that she was not alone and that she was sipping on some wine and added that I should know what kind of a mood that she was in. Evil grin.I then sent her another message: What are the chances that we can meet somewhere later tonight? I needed to taste your cunt. She replied: We'll have to go somewhere else. I have someone. It's an incredible illusion to pull off. Even our own people haven't been able to come up with holograms as sharp as this!" He leveled his gaze at me. "How much do you want for the technology? I'll can better ANY offer you'll get from anyone else."My smile broadened. "Well Mr. Eisner, or can I call you Mike? You see Mike, this isn't an illusion." I made me point by stroking my finger down Tink's back. Bells chimed and she squirmed in delight from my touch. Mikes eyes popped out of his head. Debra was a slut of note, and it was better to cut her out completely than to run the risk of her creating havoc again. A few months later, only a few from our group still included Debra on the get together guest lists, and then only for a Sunday lunch and seldom anything else. Following that, our intimate relationship became deeper and more committed but neither of us was about to complain. Sexually, Brandi was a bit out of action anyway as all the roughness caused a small tear on the perineum. He blinked profusely, as he had seemingly an eternity ago at thestockings crawling up his legs, yet he only felt the long, lush lashesof his big blue eyes flutter prettily."Holy smokes!" he cutely cried, then frowned at the rather outdated,silly-sounding expletive he uttered. "Wait! Why the heck can't I curse?Gosh darn it! I?"As he struggled with his new inability to curse, frustrated at furthersounding like a perfect, polite, princess, he cooed uncomfortably as hefelt the legs of his tight,.