That meant that some information stayed in my unconscious memory, the so called hardwired memory. I suppose it was a good sign that I was able to do m...re, but I still needed the file for the basic intellectual memory, the day to day stuff other people pulled out of their ass."Good morning Sam," I said when he walked through the door."You remembered me?" he asked."You popped up on my file under Thursday morning routine. So how are you today?" I asked."I am good. I do have a few things on for. I needed some jism, this boy could provide it and my body seemed to know it! When I composed myself and looked up at him – his cock still deep in my mouth – his head was hanging limply, his face contorted with pleasure. His eyes were mostly closed and occasionally they would half open and he would gaze at me dreamily. He had trimmed his cock, which helped because the pubes tickled my nose before. But now it looked bigger and keener and cleaner and I attacked it with greed. Spurred on by his. "She's fine, Daddy. Mom just cried when Hope did." Turning to Helen, Arlene continued, "Mom needs you to help with Hope."Helen went inside and a moment later Diana came out, her eyes red, but a smile on her face. "I'm sorry I troubled anyone. Hope is having some problems, and I let things get to me. She was crying, and I felt so sorry for her that I started crying, too." But what's wrong with her?" Nicki asked. "She seemed to be doing fine." She knew that Art was here and also knew that he was. Chaos. Anarchy. Therule of the strong over the weak. With me as High Claw of the Kur'sGorean allies. Once I deliver the weapons cache to Kaa-Ashgaa I willhave my pick of women. I shall have the most beautiful Ubaras of Gorchained to slave rings at the foot of my couch. This is going to be agood day. This is going to be MY day." He lifted his right foot andpressed it close to my hands. "Lace my sandals, Emma." I did so. Firsthis right sandal and then his left. I did so on my knees and while I.