Nice guy, better tennis player than I was and we would have a beer after tennis but were never super close mates. He was (is) maybe five years older t...an me and he was married to this super hot Norwegian chick. I remember her coming to tennis to cheer us on. I think it was just as I started travelling and stopped playing tennis that Matt and his Norwegian missus got divorced.Since then, I haven't seen Matt at all. A few years ago he Facebook stalked me and we had a few exchanges on there but. I mean not when I first woke in the hospital in adiaper. I tried telling them I didn't wear diapers but I got anerection and I guess when I masturbated that first time I just sort ofwent along with it because it felt so damn good. Seems kind of stupidnow I suppose. Pretty embarrassing all of a sudden but for a whilethere it was really comforting. I guess it still is," Mark said andthen added, "Greta..." What?" Greta asked."This is really embarrassing," Mark said and added, "Maybe. We were well fed, maintained and taught, but we weren't loved. The Organization was not equipped to raise a child.Our teachers would change every few weeks. They wanted us loyal to the company, not a person.By the time we hit puberty, there wasn't a gun we couldn't disassemble, clean, and reassemble, blindfolded, in less than three minutes. We knew dozens of fighting styles, and hundreds of ways to kill.As with any human being, we needed love and emotional support. The only ones to give us this. .." I replied, focusing back to the test while cursing Madi with her unfair teasing. I glanced at the door a few minutes later, making sure she wasn't there, and began focusing on my test again when my phone began to flash a little. Curious at the unfamiliar symbol attached to the message, I clicked it, never expecting a video clip of her a foot or so away from her phone, groping her breasts while spreading her legs as wide as she could. "Seeing you look at me made me do this. Come to me~".