"Long story short - we had our way with ourselves, and each other. The more we talked, the more we did. I spoke of long strokes and short strokes. She... spoke of having removed her sweater and bra, and touching her tits. I spoke of feeling the urge to cum, but letting it subside. She spoke of rubbing her pussy outside her slacks. I asked her to slip her fingers in her cunt. She asked me to wet a finger and slip it in my ass.This was all very surreal, since she was so young. Of course, I was not. ”From the box, “Greetings Command Sergeant Major Rebecca Vesey and First Sergeant Patricia Paiwonski, my name is T’Kleeoran, but Governor James, his family, and his associates call me Dora. I am a Tuull AI.”Dora explained the Tuull concerns about the conduct of the war, and especially that the Darjee were creating a segment of humanity that might be as much a threat as the Swarm. “The Tuull - you would call them the ruling council -- decided on an experiment to see if humans could both fight. After a moment, another flurry of lashes rained against Tiffany'soutthrust bottom, and she squealed and shrieked, pain blossoming withinher bleeding buttocks. With each stroke of the cane, every new blowaggravated the pain that had ensued from the previous lashes, so thatthe fiery pain was multiplied six, seven, eight, nine, or ten times.More strokes followed, faster and harder than before, and Tiffanyscreamed, straining against the fetters that bound her, her face twistedin agony.Charisma. I told her who I was and she excitedly thanked me for calling and asked when she could pick it up, and if it was indeed free. I assured her I didn't want a penny, and she let out a high pitched squeal that made my little dicklette come to life! She told me she had to ask her grandpa when he could pick it up and said she'd call me right back. I hung up, wondering how old she was if her grandpa was driving her to pick up the bed! A few minutes later she called back and we set up a time. I was.