He pressed his thumb against my clit and finger fucked me like that until I came, showering his hands with even more moisture. I was really feeling th...e effect of the smoke and this man's beautiful touch. I felt I would do anything under his command. I reached down to stroke his cock. He was as hard as steel. I ran my tongue up the side of his neck and whispered in his ear, "What do you want?" I smile inwardly, considering my absolute lust for this woman, knowing what I want immediately. “You. I. Also, I’ll give you the recordings to listen to, if you wish. Those two choices are yours to make, I won’t force them on you.” Both nod at me to acknowledge the statement while they think about it.With a weak smile Ellie says, “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to keep the other girls simply because of it being a male fantasy thing. After reading this, and listening to you two talking, I realise you’re doing it as a necessary part of fixing up the damage to their minds. It’s hard, but I’ve got to. Mmmm, it felt good but I shivered in embarrassment.“Your turn to do me,” he said gently but firmly. I felt a flush run through my body as I sometimes touched his skin when the towel slipped. “ALL of me,” he insisted when I got to his crotch. My eyes were riveted as that sausage swelled and rose up, pointing to the sky. And his balls were hanging down like the bull in the pasture. I gently dried both off.“Haven’t you ever seen an erection?” he asked. I shook my head, unable to speak. He smiled,. There is something that we did want to ask you though: what do you want to officially label the organ replacement units? Most people seem to be calling them clones; others are calling them replicas... just for the record."Par-al rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Oh please, it's a simple word. 'Clone' will do just fine. Now, before we are late for the button-pushing ceremony..."The technician merely nodded again, walking off towards a lift built into the dock wall. Par-al was about.