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She had never really seen herself naked before. Yes, she had seen herself naked in her bathroom mirror, but that is not the same as that instant realization way of seeing yourself you get when you suddenly catch sight of your reflection in a glass as you walk past. “I really should be wearing heels,” she said to herself as she ran her hands over the underside of her breasts and then down girlfriend the curve of her ass, “. really tall, fuck me, red stiletto heels.” She was just starting to examine her reflection a little more closely when she heard several loud shouts– and a police whistle– behind her. Joining her reflection in the glass was the reflection of several running Las Vegas policemen. She terminated the program just before the officers’ hands reached her waist. As soon as she was back in her lab, she switched her tactical scanner to the LVPD frequencies. The cops used encrypted communications, but that was no barrier to someone with Julia’s skills. She giggled as she heard the officer almost yell, “I didn’t say she got away, damnit! I said she disappeared!” There was a slight hiss and then a female voice said, “That’s right, she poofed away like a God-damned genie in a puff of smoke.” Julia then pulled up her internet scan bot and had it search for anything that mentioned a naked female suddenly appearing or disappearing on Fremont Street. She was rewarded with several images of herself walking through the first intersection and one video which seemed to start shortly after she hoe had first appeared. She hadn’t realized before that the hair in her crotch, especially when seen from slightly below, was much lighter than the hair on her head. The video, shot from one of the benches, made that even clearer. Julia felt a deep, warm glow of satisfaction that became warmer and warmer as she watched herself strut down the sidewalk. Feelings she had only felt once or twice before seemed to overwhelm her as she slowly sank to the floor and then onto her back. Her hands moved down almost automatically between her legs as her fingers sought out her uncharacteristically flowing slit. Her orgasm was long, loud, and extremely satisfying. After laying on the floor in a dreamy afterglow for several minutes, she suddenly startled, sat up, and said aloud, “Doctor Collins won’t like this.” She wasn’t worried cuty that he would disapprove of her nakedness or even of her masturbating in her lab. He was used adorable to working with really weird techno-nerds. What she was worried about was that he would think she had violated security and revealed the existence of the holographic surveillance system to tourists and police officers in Las Vegas, which, in fact, she had. This wasn’t the first time such events had to be hushed up. Julia quickly entered the proper parameters into her computer and set loose the cleanup bots which would scour the internet and delete all videos and images from the net and from any devices connected to the net. She smiled as she thought of the men... and women... trying to convince their friends that they had seen a naked woman amateur calmly walking down the middle of the Fremont Street Mall. The next night, Julia was again in her lab, but this time she decided to run through the dancing waters at the Bellagio fountain. Normally a human attempting that would sink into the over twelve feet of water near the fountain nozzles, but as a holographic image, she would be able to skip across the surface of the waters. As a precaution, she released her cleanup bots in advance. She was somewhat startled that she could not only feel the water from the fountains splashing her naked skin, she could also feel how cold it Hardcore was, especially when it struck her directly between the legs. Obviously, no policemen attempted to pursue her through the fountain, but several gathered on the sidewalk on the other side of the fountain. She disappeared just before reaching where they were waiting for cutie her. “I want the girls to see you do it. “What's wrong?” Leona asked cutie as Shauna came to a stop in front of her. “Yes, I know. Fine, take a few breaths. I wasn’t fat by any means, but I had a more athletic body type: big breasts, big bottom, voluptuous. Watch, it’s a two-way mirror, and yet…” Carole jumped a little in surprise, but she came right back for more. Initially Ash and I didn’t want to go. “Mistress, let me go out there and tell all those protesters just how she ate my cunt. And she turned and walked back with all four in tow, she stopped in front of me and said as you requested Daddy, I said are hoe you having fun, the girl said Master I tried to warn her and even showed her my sore ass, but she is hard headed and a bad apple, I may have a smart mouth from time to time girlfriend but she fights with all the girls then pointed to her girlfriend with a shiner, and she thinks she will adorable find a sugar Daddy at the club to take care Hardcore of her and buy her stuff, then she will manipulate him to get what she wants. I admonished myself for being so foolish, reminding myself that I needed to be smarter if we were going to pull this off. I cuty stood up and looked for Jon, but couldn’t see him. I can't . . . Both her hands grabbed my naked rump, pulling on me. She broke the kiss, moaning, “Yes, yes! Milan licks my glans thoroughly before letting go of it. Already, I had seduced a few of my college friends into incest. Obviously reluctant to lick her friend’s pussy. “It was the Sunday night after the first amateur week of class.