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    I might need to rethink my position on that.
    The sensation was so strong, so overwhelming, that the self-control I was usually able to maintain was seconds away from eroding, along with my promise to remain faithful.
    I pushed, hard as I could, and managed to break the suctiEbooks by J.A. KonrathE immediately son-like hold Alter-Vicki had over me. She gasped, frantically trying to attempt reentry.
    “Please stop it,” I said, which may have been one of the most difficult things I’d ever had to say in my life.
    Incredibly, she listened. But she still hung tightly to me, her vagina buzzing against my thigh, her moans becoming throaty screams that drowned out the sound of the heliplane’s dual propeller wings. The city rushed by below us, a blur of green buildings and trees. After her sixth or seventh orgasm, I was still painfully aroused, and becoming more than a bit annoyed.
    “Don’t you have an off button?” I asked.
    At the word
off
, she stopped buzzing.
    “Thank you, sir,” she sighed, her muscles relaxing, her weight crushing against me. I watched the streets buzzing past below us, and then the land disappeared and we were soaring over Lake Michigan.
    “Where are we going?” I asked.
    “The hide-out, sir. I’m doing what you told me, just like you planned.”
    Apparently Alter-Talon had figured the law would one day catch up with him and had been planning this escape for a while. I hated the SMF, but I had to give him some credit. Breaking out of jail combined with upside-down aerial sex was pretty ballsy, in every sense of the word.
    It was also breezy. The heliplane—which I assumed had a pre-programmed flight path—was a drone, not meant for human occupants. Riding on the outside of an aircraft in the buff while speeding along at roughly forty miles per hour was a drafty experience.
    “How long until we arrive?” I asked Alter-Vicki.
    “Five more minutes, sir,” she said, nuzzling my neck. “You told me you would seem confused.”
    I processed her words. Perhaps this break-out wasn’t really a break-out at all.
    “When did I tell you that?”
    “An hour ago.”
    Warning bells went off in my head.
    Trap. She was leading me to a trap.
    “Vicki, I don’t want to go to the hideout.”
    “It’s the only safe place, sir. Right now the satellites are tracking us.”
    “I’m not really Talon.”
    “You said you’d say that, sir.”
    “Look at my hands.”
    With great effort I broke the magnetic force sticking me to the padding and brought my hand to Alter-Vicki’s face. Immediately she latched onto it like a starving child, putting it into her mouth, sucking on my index finger. But she did more than simply suck. It felt like she was trying to swallow it. applause.
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    I pulled away, but she moaned, sucking harder, her whole body trembling. When I understood what was going on, I gave up fighting. Part of me felt sorry for her, while another part was getting extremely aroused again.
    Alter-Vicki screamed around my finger, her face turning bright red, and I went from being excited to shocked when I saw how quickly we were descending. In just a few seconds, we were going to crash into the water. I was a strong swimmer, but we were miles from shore and I was stuck to a heliplane and a state-licensed prostitute. I didn’t care much for my chances of making it back to land.
    Then, with a popping sound, Alter-Vicki released my finger and yelled, “Shields!”
    Some sort of clear polycarbonate dome closed around us, sealing us inside a protective bubble just as the heliplane hit the waves. There was a jarring splash, jiggling Alter-Vicki against me, and we were plunged into a green and white cataclysm of foam and froth. The vehicle canted left, then right, leveling itself as it sank. As the bubbles cleared, the environment grew dimmer. I knew parts of Lake Michigan were almost a thousand feet deep, and wondered if this protective shield would be able to take that kind