”I climb out, she closes the trunk, gets in and starts driving.Mistress Red says, “Lay your head in my lap and cooperate.I lay my head in her lap,... unsure of what she expects me to cooperate with. She slides her hand under my shirt caressing my stomach, as she slides her hand up to cup a breast and encounters my arm in the way I realize what she means by cooperating and quickly move it out of her way. She starts off caressing and teasing. When my nipple hardens in unwilling response to her. As she ran Sandra no. 7 never felt so alive. If she pulled this off she would be the first of her kind to escape The Facility. She sprinted as fast as she could through the broken streets dodging piles of smashed debris and ruined vehicles, occasionally glancing behind her to check for the pursuers she knew would be coming. She thought about the girls she had left behind, the other Sandras, the Tinas and all the other pre-fabricated sex clones with whom she had spent her brief. I had taken up the post as head of the R & D division of the company and was settling into my new job. One of the things I was doing during my lunch breaks was going back through their records to see what they been getting up to before I arrived. There were some good stuff and some rejected things, then I stumbled upon the Sports Rub. Someone had the idea to market a soothing Sports Rub that helped to relax and strengthen the sportsman's muscles and hopefully still not breach any rules or fail. They invited us up to VIP section. We drank and danced and got very horny. The VIP section had what might be described as box seats or rooms away from everything else and it had its own dance floor but you could still see the regular area. The guys were flirting heavy and it was working for them as the four of us were very horny. We were even talking about if we could fool around and likely would not get caught. And then we all agreed that we had wondered what a black man would be like? You.