The only clue as to itssignificance is that a number of thick bundles of fiber optic cableseemingly terminated on a flat buss. The buss was a gold sil...conlaminate that was very expensive to produce. The tolerances had beenspecified by Lisa to within three angstroms.She carefully maneuvered onto the platform before the buss. The matprovided an electrical and magnetically isolated location within theplant. Carefully she slid the buss inside the horizontal slot in heraft carapace above her treads.. Since I'm already in the habit of doing that tonight I wouldn't mind paying you to take off that robe. I mean you obviously put that little black thing on to be seen and appreciated by a man." You can't be serious." Oh yes I am. There is something plastic about doing it in a titty bar. It's their job and while they do smile a lot there is no real enthusiasm. To them it is just another, "Ho hum, I'll just wave my tits in his face and he'll tuck a bill in my waist band" and then they are off to. And I couldn’t help but be amused by “your” character. I take some pleasure in knowing that you thought those things about me, about us… I only wished you had expressed them as willingly and lovingly as your fictional stand-in managed to. Or did you not really think them at the time, only make them up later, in the dizzying hothouse of fuckstory writing? Did you really find me beautiful? Did you really lust after me in that way, and so constantly?Well, I’m sure there are plenty of things and. "Oh your ass is so good." I exclaim."Fuck it baby, fuck it good, make it hurt so good," I then slapped her ass, it sounded like a gunshot but I didn’t care."Oh baby, slap me while your dick is so deep in my ass. You are a freak baby...fuck it. Fuck it."I kept pumping her ass and slapping it. I felt myself about to cum. I started to fuck her even harder. Her ass rippled from the intensity of my strokes."Oh Baby, you …are…killing…it. don't stop ..whatever ..you do …don't stop."I grabbed her and.