You turn your head towards me and seductively swirl your tongue around your lips as a mysterious smile crosses your face and I know that you have some...hing special in mind. You turn back to the woman’s thigh and move your face up higher, to where there is a slick of creamy liquid that still oozes from between her lips. I don’t know if it is her juices, or if the man has cum inside her, or if it’s a mixture of both but I think I know what you are going to do with it. I lean forward as far as I. What the Hell? These were living, breathing, hot-blooded, lusty, busty babes! And their machines and laboratories kept telling me I had sent them samples from a bug?A mistake? Human error? Maybe some grad student had flubbed up something? Maybe once ... twice? But five times? Twelve times? Twelve different laboratories had been interested and able to run genetic and biochemical tests on the Nympha specimens I'd sent and all told me the same thing. A Bug.Turns out, there was a logical reason why. She was naked and twisted into a pretzel, lying on her bed. She was a sight to see. Her breasts had been bound in coils of rope, her arms were bound in front with nylon straps and a piece of plastic pipe was forced threw her elbows and across her back forcing her chest out even more. Her feet and knees were spread wide open with more nylon straps and plastic pipes. She had a baseball bat sticking out of her pussy, the big end was stuck inside her. She had wooden spring clothespins on her. “Hi Sweetie.” Lynn tried to whisper.“Hi Sweetie.” Erin smiled as she turned her head.“Hi Sweetie.” I was just awake enough to know where my dick was and I pushed.“What is this, good morning at the fucked up Walton’s?”“More like a good fucking in the morning.” Lynn smiled and pushed while arching her back to allow me access to her sweet pussy.“Stop shaking the bed. I wanna sleep.” Erin tried to whine.“Be nice and maybe he will do you when he is done with me.”“Nope. Took too long. Now I gotta.