"After awhile, I just wanted to flee. Then Bas'awn's master came to me and told me of a prophesy. One where I would go to a new world and guide his st...dent to his soul mate." Me?" Yes, you baby. That wily old man never once told me, I was going to give birth to Bas'awn's mate. He gave me this pendant to return to Starklin once Bas'awn and you finished the second tier. See, you could complete the first two tiers of your joining while Bas'awn was residing in the cybertrontic body. Unfortunately. Then she was going backwards. Her dress was up around her waist, each arm was held, as was each shoulder, by a man, her legs were up over her mounts shoulders, and her torso was supported from each side. Her former mount was now mounting her, and she felt her quim being pierced by his cock, all the way in so his balls banged against her as he carried on thrusting his weapon into her. Her shoulder straps were being worked on by hands until someone produced a pocket knife and cut them, so her. It was family-oriented entertainment, thus nothing in the way of sexual content or even innuendo was allowed to sully the purity of the art form. Of course anyone with eyes in their head could see that the explosion of young men and quartets into the hobby, and the ever-present barbershop groupies, would lead to an undercurrent of sexuality that none of the old school would want to acknowledge. No one talked about it, but it was there.Eileen kissed her husband again and whispered in his ear. A normal civilian with no training could get it to move in jerky, stiff jointed robotic motions. In the hands of a skilled operator though we could make them do a recreation of swan lake with just as much flow and fluid movement as an actual dancer. So jump ahead from my childhood of endless classrooms, strict training regimes and whatnot and into the present. So let’s start at the beginning of my shift. When I space travel my body works on a completely different clock than when I am on a.