They could have bodies grown - or even bioprinted - to their own preferences and designs. The more moderately wealthy - but still rich beyond the reac...h of most of the population - could maybe afford to save up for a designer sleeve, to switch into once their bodies started to fail them. Or they could buy "off-the-rack", living their lives in a succession of "used" sleeves from various sources - people who had elected to move on into VR, convicted criminals, or the desperate, who rented or sold. It wasn't intentional, but she was addicted to sex, her body craved it. Place her around a guy or guys, and somehow the situation always turned to sex. She was lucky that she hadn't caught anything, yet. As far a pregnancy, her mom had put her on birth control when she was twelve, no questions asked. None needed to be asked, as her mom was thirteen years her senior, and her grandmother just celebrated her 40th birthday earlier this year. Apparently a strong libido ran through the girls in her. The Duke passed a number of other statues as he ambled slowly through the garden largely lost in thought. That is until he came to a statue that raised mixed emotions in him. Hidden behind a large plant was a statue of his mother-in-law. Mixed emotions for a number of reasons. The statue was the lady herself to the life, and might have been sculpted by a master craftsman. Her features were accurately modelled, the drapery of the dress finely modelled, her bosom almost appeared to be heaving,. It would not be any wonder if my cock had crushed her pussy to cause bleeding injuries. The most interesting thing was both of us were getting pleasures and a little pain too due to such brutal fucking. Besides, in utmost ecstasy, we were hurling dirty and slang words at each other. Due to my rough handling and squeezing, my finger-nails dug into several places on her big boobs making tiny red marks.As I continued with my heavy onslaught of thrusts, the table moved inch by inch. As her body.