"Don't you ever push me away again," she said evenly, "now open your fucking blouse or I'll rip it off!!!" Valerie was at that very moment wondering w...at she had gotten herself into but like a robot she unbuttoned her blouse and offered no more resistance when the big dyke ripped open her bra and buried her face in the massive mammaries! "Ohhhhh," Val gasped when Lindy bit down on her hard pink nipple, "t-that hurts!" "It's supposed to hurt," Lindy shot back while alternating between the two. His hands were reverent, tickling me with that half touch that made my stomach all trembly. “You’re so gorgeous,” He whispered. I blushed, but my embarrassment was lost in the swirling rivers of sensation he was causing. I was getting harder by the second, marveling at how turned on I was. I moaned and arched my back slightly, closing my eyes. Was this really happening? I felt Jamie’s hands move lower, testing the muscles in my abdomen. I giggled a little as the sparkly feeling engulfed my. Jack, admittedly, had a fascination with a few things. Those things usually, again admittedly, had some kind of kink or perversion to them in some way, and when his mind locked on to something, he was locked on. Recently, such a fixation had taken root on…Could you really program someone’s mind?Was it actually possible?He didn’t really know where the idea had come from. He was surprised to find stories all about the InterWebs, apparently he wasn’t the only one.He’d read about the experiments in. , but with the added element of ultimate risk—life itself—and the added variable of individual courage and physical proficiency in the player's necessary repertoire of skills. Even as a child his desires drove him to review endlessly the great, the decisive battles of history, from the siege of Troy to Hastings through the Battle of the Bulge and beyond.Igwanda's private frustration was that he had never participated—could never participate in the world to which he was born, as his impressive.