Strange to have such malleable, soft, tender thingsriding so prominently on my body, as if meant for display and use. Theholosuite did a very good job... of simulating these things, but I'd alwaysknown the body wasn't mine; there was no sense of permanence, of reality. Nowthis body, these soft, beautiful tits, this shaved cunt were the extent andfull description of my world. A free citizen's world extends to his or herpossessions, activities, and associates. I had my body, and by whip,restraint. Alan had Brianne’s dress and his tuxedo shipped back via airmail, so they wouldn’t arrive for a couple more days. After setting the bag down inside the door, Marissa watched Alan moving around his kitchen and thought that he looked a little more animated than the day they had met. He was even humming. Alan was finished putting all the groceries up, so he led her through the house back to his bedroom, each of them rolling their luggage. The house was large, with the master bedroom downstairs and. Your big day tomorrow. Is everything ready?" Everything. The staff have been so helpful." I've only seen pictures of this dress, you know," she said."Well sorry Mummy, you'll have to wait until tomorrow." You'll look beautiful whatever kind of dress it is. And thebridesmaids?" Mum! Everything's ready, trust me. You'll just love it all." And what do you say," she asked, "about Annie helping you?" I think I would appreciate the help." I turned my eyes to Anne onceagain, but he did not dare look.. And Mr. Eight Inch played with my nipples and pumped up as much as he could although it was difficult from the position that he was in. After a few seconds I could feel Mr Well Hung’s cock eject a large load into my ass and I could feel his engorged head pulse as it drained. Mr. Eight Inch was next as his cock emptied deep into me. Mr Well Hung removed his deflating monster from my reamed butt and I could feel the seamen running out of my gaping hole. I weakly picked myself off of Mr. Eight.