It wasn’t a bear hug though. She wasn’t trying to hurt me. It took a few seconds for me to relax as I realized that she simply wanted to hug her s...on.“I know this must seem strange,” she said with her face half-muffled against my chest, “but I’ve wanted to hug you for a very long time.”I relaxed more and more. Finally, I settled my arms around her and hugged her in return. It was all I could think of. Maybe it was because she was a construct. Maybe it was because I didn’t really know her.. Well like any sexual need, it became more and more part of my dailylife, I would find myself continually checking my secret e-mail addressto see if anyone had made contact with me, I would ogle over picturescovering all sorts of kinky themes that usually included cross-dressing, BDSM and some gay and bi postings. I was fortunate that I wasable to check these things out at home in the evenings and mornings,but also while I was at work on my laptop. I would spend most of mylunch break checking. Combined with the dark eyeliner and brilliant red lipstick, it all made for a very sensual look.Upon arriving at the school, Liz did as she always did now and went up to Mr. Harper’s office, knocked the door and waited to enter. However, this time she didn’t get the usual reply within a few moments. Unsure, she waited there for a few moments more. Suddenly and very surprisingly, Mr. Harper was upon her, shoving her against the door. He peeled her skirt up, pulled her panties to the side and was. Currently she was dressed in her functional space suit. A bulky collar circled her neck, having a few buttons and connectors along the front. Below the collar every inch of her was covered by a durable material roughly three centimeters thick. It was an eye-catching shade of red with reflective trim, and clung snugly like a second skin.What could be seen of her above the collar was pale from much time spent inside her spaceship. Her hair was a medium brown with just a hint of red, worn in a.