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Suddenly the dildo kicked in her hand, and all at once her mouth was flooded with warm, sticky semen. Laura gasped in surprise, and some of the sperm drooled out of her lips and dripped down onto her now-naked tits. Recovering quickly, she started to swallow, and was able to stop any more of the spunk from Suck escaping her mouth. It felt so good to have her mouth filled with the hot liquid. It felt... right. She waited until the dildo had stopped kicking, and then actively sucked the last of the sperm out of it, using her tongue to clean the plastic shaft, before finally removing it from her mouth. Well, she thought, looking at the sex toy, that was money well spent. She tucked the dildo back in the bag. She wasn't going to clean it now ass in the sink and risk someone walking into the bathroom - it would have to wait till that night. She looked down at her tits, and the splatter of sperm on them. It would be a shame to let any of the expensive serum go to waste, so she wiped her tits clean with her hand, and then licked the sperm off her hand. Then she tucked her melons back into her bra and did up her blouse. Her pussy was another problem. She didn't think she with could make it through an afternoon with big another round of the distracting tape between her pussy lips. But on the other hand, if she went back out with no panties she would drool whore syrup all over her chair, and everyone would be able to smell her cunt. She looked at the crumpled-up wad of her wet panties, which were sitting on her knee. She had an idea. Opening the door of the toilet stall, she peered around to make sure she was alone in the bathroom. Then she quickly ran to the sinks, held her panties under the tap, and soaked them with water. She rubbed at them as the water ran over them, and then began to wring them out a few times, trying to wash out as much of the cunt juice as possible. When she'd done as much as she was prepared to risk teen - someone could walk in at any time - she turned off the water, wrung them out more to try and get the moisture out, and then ran back to the toilet stall. The panties were sopping wet now, but they didn't smell like cunt, and if Laura was lucky the wetness would mask the smell of her very overused beaver. She wrung them out one last time into the toilet bowl, to minimize their dripping, and then put a sanitary pad into the crotch and pulled them up her legs. The underwear was cold and moist against her groin, and it clung to her ass crack in a distracting way, but she thought she could get away with it. She collected her bags, stepped out of the toilet, and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look great. She was sweaty, her clothes were in a bit of disarray, her face was flushed, and Laura was pretty sure she could see her erect nipples even through her bra and shirt. But if she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples, she could otherwise get away with still claiming it was just a flu. Satisfied, Laura went back to her desk. The rest of the day passed, if not easily, then at least without further embarrassment. The delicious taste tits of the cum stayed in Laura's mouth even after she drank four glasses of water to replace the spent fluids. Her pussy appeared to calm down, presumably from the drugs beginning to wear off, even though Laura's thoughts regularly turned to how wonderful the plastic dick had felt in her mouth, and the magical moment when it had started to kick and spray her tongue with semen. By the end of the day Laura felt like she was, finally, in control of her body and her thoughts again. She could look back on the things she'd done that day and feel disgust and embarrassment. She'd acted like a whore. She'd done stupid, disgusting things that had humiliated her in public and could have cost her her job, if anyone had found out. What kind of a slut was she? And of course, now, just as she was feeling human, she had to take the pills again, for her trip to the clinic. She didn't want to. But that photo of the blackmailer's knife was still in her thoughts, so she swallowed her dose, and began her slutty, wet-pussied walk to the clinic. Chapter 7 My heart was jacked from the running around, I had a cold sweat on my forehead from the beer and how hot that fucking house was. They remained alongside for several minutes, laughing and joking amongst themselves. Miranda knelt and kissed the top of Tom’s head. “Yes,” Mariana replied firmly. Her eyes rolled back, and a guttural primal sound emanated from around the gagging tentacle. Sure enough, she pulled off my cock and began working her pussy towards my face. "You're soaking wet my baby! She gave each of them kisses. By willingly serving me, you’ve betrayed the principles of Gaianesia more than your poor robot of a sister.” Unfortunately, with she had a difficult pregnancy—experiencing morning sickness almost every day during her second trimester. She wiggled her hips back and forth, her thighs rubbing tight. Stacey looked at Matt and winked. Together they formed the word that made her shudder. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more. Tina was now doing the lapping and she used her other hand to cup Denise’s breasts and tease her nipples. But, as her brother, it’s not my place to make that call, so I didn’t let it occupy my mind. Spread my ass cheeks so you can clean deeply.” Now I definitely want to teen cry. As Liz humped her hips, the woman moved her other breast to Liz’s lips. “I have to get another bottle of whiskey to replenish what we drank before Dad notices it missing.” He whimpered anxiously. She is a clone of our home world’s mainframe AI and is very intelligent. 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