I knew right then I was addicted.. then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She pulled me by my hair up to her and started kissing more, more hard...er n deeply then any guy ever kissed me. Then she rooled off the bed telling me how wonderful I was and how I made her orgasm. I was feeling really good . She already knew I wasn't a virgin by how deep she had her fingers inside my pussy earlier . I may be 17 but im no angel. She then asked if I ever used a toy before. I told her I used a hair brush. Brock had been a tremendous resource. I explained how I had heard the voice commands work, and relayed Victor's claim that they were just a reading screen prompts. He had muttered something about finding the right IO node and doing a full-text index of something or other.Rightly or wrongly, I was frazzled enough by the events of the past two days, and especially the episode wherein I convinced a man to leap to his death (a really bad man, I kept reminding myself) that I kept waving the waitress. We went to bed in separate rooms as usual. I slept great. I was sated with all the sex I was getting. I slept the sleep of the happy. The next day Jack did not come by. He did not come by for days. I needed his sex. I needed him or someone like him. After a week I had become frantic. I went over to his house and knocked on the door. He came to the door in a robe. "What do you want Beth?" he asked. "I want you Jack. I want to be fucked. Why haven't you come to see me?" Then I saw her. The blonde. The smaller guy sniffed at the head of the steaming cock that had just come from deep in his own asshole then parted his lips and gently started sucking on it. I could almost smell and taste the bitter cock and had to keep my hands off my cock for a moment for fear of coming.Before I came myself I wanted to taste some cum .I put in another token to light up the room again. I saw pre-cum oozing from my cock and could not hold on any more, with a few strong strokes I let my load blast onto the.