I don’t know if it was out of respect for me, or that they simply didn’t make their sexual appetite a central part of their conversations.John and...Jim were school mates of mine. We were all twenty-one and starting our junior year at a local university. John and Jim shared an apartment together, and it was kind of our little “safe place” from the rest of the world.I had known John and Jim since high school and they had openly welcomed me into their small group of friends, which consisted of. All of their sex petswere made to kneel in the carpeted private elevator whose doors were leftopen to the reception area. The 20 minutes they were made to remain kneelingwhile breathing in the perfumed, heavily addictive and highly intoxicatingair served the twin purposes of clearing out the residue of opium smoke andof making sure there was enough time to let the opium weave its magic on thedreams of their victims. They wanted to be certain their men had slippedinto that semi-conscious state. But after several weeks, he had the hang of it. Once he’d proved he could converse using any of the five languages they were set up to translate for him, and both Veronyka and the neurosurgeon, another pretty woman named Mariana, cleared him to use the new implant without restriction, they told him it was time for his first attempt as a tester.They wheeled him into what turned out to be a re-purposed commercial building near Dulles Airport. He would’ve preferred to walk in under his own power,. "Michael, are you sure?" she pleaded."Very sure, my lovely," he replied, unzipping the dress the rest of the way.She put both arms around his neck as he allowed the dress to fall away from her to the floor, then resumed his embrace and dance."Much better," he breathed in her ear. "I can feel your heart pounding Jan, I can feel the softness of those luscious breasts." Oh, Michael," she whimpered, lost to the moment and this magical man.His left hand slid slowly up and down her leg and Jan could.