Poor Miss Oh had become some sort of mouth fetish experiment for the creatures. She could always be seen on her knees tending to the males with spirit...d enthusiasm. The society was not normally exposed to such activities and the men could not get enough of it. Eventually, the female aliens imitated Miss Oh's technique and were soon servicing the males with the same degree of happy submission.They were under a constant barrage of questions to determine their planet of origin. Sandra knew it was. She was short, probably a meager inch or two above five feet,but she was lithe. I was turned on like crazy, and I couldn't doanything about it. If I screwed her, it would've felt as immoral asraping an unconscious woman, even if she was neither unconscious nor awoman. It's not like I could, anyway: I didn't have genitalia, or asense of touch. I totally relied on sight and sound.Instead, I focused on what I could discern about how she was made. Hertorso was fairly simple, although it came. She noticed that some would vibrate and others would twirl and rotate.While trying to imagine what the different realistic looking vibrators might feel like, Cheryl could sense herself getting a little horny. After all, she hadn't had sex in a long time. She had broken up with her boyfriend about 6 months ago and hadn't started dating anyone new yet.Knowing that she was the only one in the office, and everyone else was at the club, Cheryl decided to make herself cum before she met up with the. Not too short or too long. Mmmm, just perfect.She went down on her knees and pulled up my dress to set the underskirt properly. But I felt her freeze and she just stared at my tiny dick. I didn't know what to say, and it got kinda awkward. Luckily the phone rang. She got up and went to pickup her mobile...“Yes, Sandra speaking! How can I help you?” She turned around and I saw her eyes in the mirror dwell on my crotch area and just stared as she talked on the phone. “Oh hi, hun...” you could.