I gently trace over her lovely 36 C breasts, before softly cupping them in my hands. I gently squeeze and tease her nipples as they become nice and ha...rd and show through her shirt. Encouraged by her reactions I slowly slide my hand down to the bottom of her shirt and pull it over her head leaving her with her bra and shorts. I hurriedly take off my tank top and get up. I walk in front of her and drop down on my knees. I place my hands on her chest and push her body down and leaning forward I. It was theamount of cross linking that made things trouble.I could see they were both growing impatient, I had to give themsomething and then I found it. There was a data nexus that had beenskipped over, it was deep in the algorithm, but by redirecting the linksand slightly changing some of the cross references, I could eliminatetheir bottleneck. I threw my hands into the work. It was actually kindof fun playing with the hologram, stretching and tossing datarepresentations with the flick of a. He pulled his fingers away, leaving her feeling desperate and unfulfilled. “Please,” she begged. Lina felt him ease away from her, removing his hand that had been clasping her throat. She was left feeling alone and aching. She was trying to catch her breath and get herself under control when she heard him unbuckle his belt. She gasped when she heard the distinct sound of it being pulled through the loops of his pants.She was shivering, not just from the chill of the room, but from his gaze. She. . Quisling..." "Quisling..." "Quisling!"The man lets the chant continue for at least a minute before shouting, "How many of you bitches are in heat?"Almost immediately there is silence in the cavernous space, then there are whimpering moans from more than half the cages. "Are the rest of you pregnant?" Except for JoJo and he wishes he could get pregnant, even here," a derisive voice shouts from somewhere in the mass of cages that are mostly filled with women. "Everyone who is pregnant be quiet.