Torin moved his hand down, covering Cyrine's as she continued to get off. He wasn't touching her just yet . . . more like guiding, as it were.<br/><br/>"You remember her servitors? Those attractive, buxom, brainless girls? They're not just for show . . . I'm sure if you ask, she'll let you play around with one of them. They never tire, and they can do just-about anything to you."<br/><br/>He moved his hand slightly faster, assuming that she was on-board with him having it down her shorts.<br/><br/>"They're fitted out with all manner of hidden toys . . . just about anything you could ask for. And, even though they aren't quite as satisfying as a fully-organic girl would be, they never complain, no matter what you do to them."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>