Coffee and tea were ready. Not fully recovered from last night's romp, the women used the replicator to supply a variety of pastries. Tired though the...y were, most chose to remain standing. They circulated, collecting kisses, touches or words of endearment. Several were moving gingerly, having had a body part initiated for sexual service. But a deep sense of satisfaction was evident in all of them."The concubines Gail and Tracy are due in medical in ten minutes," the AI intoned.The two women. So he agreed.Loren managed to serve the drinks without anyone noticing his shoes,mainly by keeping his knees slightly bent so his pants hung all the wayto the carpet. It also helped that the others were already slightlyintoxicated from the wine, and thus weren't particularly observant atthe moment. When everyone had a drink, Loren quickly sat down on thecouch where the coffee table could hide his feet."So Loren, what are you writing now?" Greg asked.Just then Stephanie came from the kitchen. . I'm going to tell you about one of the capers we've performed over the past year, so you can get an idea of what our lives have been like.As I said, we've figured out ways to see anything we want, to watch anyone we want to, secretly. And while we watch we masturbate together, unless it's in a place where we'd be caught. In those cases we make tape recordings and watch them in my apartment, masturbating each other while the tape runs.Neither of us has had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend since. "My wimp can't satisfy me," I purred seductively, nuzzling up against bybackup lover's cheek. "Want the job?"He did - and suddenly, he wasn't such a gentleman anymore. That was finewith me; I let him use me any way he wanted me. I was deeply appreciativeof his efforts and let him know - vocally. All the while, I gazedhaughtily into Vince's eyes, daring him to complain in light of hisprevious 'inadequacy'. He didn't, couldn't. His eyes flicked between mineand the generous tent pole plowing my.