She could see it in their eyes, they wanted her, they wanted to fuck her, they wanted to hold her down and fuck her until the spurt their seeds into h...er. They knew she was the Queen, and they deserved to be serviced by her. She'd been thinking about it ever since she got up this morning. "How am I going to find cocks to fuck today," she'd thought. She'd been thinking that all day, and despite the façade of going shopping, she knew deep down that a part of her wanted to come here because there. Yes. Perfect.She lay on top, his legs open. He was conscious of the position; hewas the woman, pinned by her lover, at her lover's mercy. And aware,even embarrassed, of the wetness in his groin and panties. He moved abit to ease the pressure on his member, now soft and tender, and feltthe creamy liquid squeeze and spread.You made a mess in your panties, baby.Yes, he said. He knew that, as the male, his sperm should be deepinside her now. Instead, he was lying with cum spreading throughout. ”“You don’t know what you’re talking about, girl. That’s complete bullshit.” She looked shocked. “Promise me you’ll use protection?” She bit her lip and nodded, and I let her drag her fortunate victim off into the woods for some fun.I glanced at Sharon and Jill, who were deep in conversation about something, presumably jacking off guys, while apparently still masturbating. They hadn’t caught any of the exchange. John was still beating his meat, half turned away so he could yank on it a. And while I slept, for pleasure, longer than my enhanced mind needed, she set out to prove it by assimilating all the knowledge she could. I'm not sure how she managed the mindsize -- copies of herself? Regardless, she'd locked me out of everything, and put a bunch of protections in Arcadia's code. I was furiously trying to program my way out of them, at this point focused on one goal -- getting myself out of the sim. Retreating. Giving up my empire. It was becoming grimly clear that I wouldn't.