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had just had sex with a talking doll.
    Embarrassment claimed her and she covered her breasts, turning from his gaze.
    “Why are you doing that?”

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    “You are a proxy and can’t have your own orgasm, so this was simply to what? Expose that I am a slut?”
    He withdrew from her with a wet pop and quickly pulled her into his arms. “This body can’t find release, but my mind had no trouble at all. I simply enjoyed the sight of you in pleasure so much that I continued past my own release.”
    “Oh. I suppose that you will go now.” She was filled with dread and optimism.
    “No. I will stay with you throughout the night.
    Tomorrow they will try and stop you and you will have to fight to free me. You need your rest.” He cuddled her against him and hauled her to the bed.
    “I really don’t think I will be able to sleep.”
    “Then I will have no choice but to make love to you again until you are exhausted. It is your choice.”
    The heavy erection at the base of her spine let her know that he was serious. The true mind controlled the actions of the proxy, but also had access to the sensations that the artificial body felt.
    He would know if she made a move or didn’t sleep.
    Taking a deep breath, she lay still and tried to relax. After an hour, she attempted to ease herself free, but his hands held her tightly, rolling her to her stomach, then sliding two fingers into her.
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    on the back of her neck and shoulders causing a rush of moisture and an internal fluttering that he could feel. He was inside her in a moment, his weight pressing her into the sheets as she tried to lift back against him with each rocking thrust.
    She slid a hand between her body and the fabric, but he got to her clit before she did, circling with a rough motion that had her bucking back against him. She could hear her voice whimpering, “More.
    Harder,” but she ignored it in favour of enjoying the increasing tempo of his hips.
    She could hear as well as feel his skin slapping hers with every thrust. Not only would her channel ache later, but she suspected that her ass would look like it was paddled.
    Her breath sawed in her lungs, her taut nipples scraped the sheets and when he nipped her shoulder again, her body locked and a high whine came from her throat as she shook and he continued to pound into her.
    It went on forever, bursts of light behind her eyes, her body jumping and quivering with every slide of his cock inside her until he finally let her rest.
    Exhausted, she lay under him, trying to work her thoughts into a concentrated mass. “Why are you staying with me?”
    He licked her neck and inhaled deeply.
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    year.”
    She tried to raise herself, but he kept her pinned, threading his fingers between hers on the mattress.
    “Are you making memories with the other women?”
    “No, they are on their way back to the spaceport. You are the only one left.” He rubbed his chest against her spine, like a great cat.
    She squirmed against him. “That doesn’t really make me feel better. What time is it?”
    “It is just after two in the morning.” She nodded. “When does the door open?”
    “Today.”
    She smiled with her head turned to one side.
    “Then why don’t I put on some clothing and try to get you out of there.”
    He levered off her. “I hadn’t thought of that.” She chuckled. “I know what you were thinking.
    Let me just freshen up and we can go and see if you are ready to be awoken.”
    He sat aside and let her head to the lav, a quick mist in the shower and she removed most of the sweat from her body. She wrapped herself in a towel while she moved around the room, looking for the hidden wardrobe where her nightgown was stored. “Aha.”
    She removed the gauzy silken gown and pulled it over her head, the