“Yes. I can see that.”The elevator began to move.“What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound casual.He smiled. His eyes creased at the corner.... “Well, originally, I wanted to arrange some kind of – get-together. But right now, I just wanted to ask why you’ve been, well - disregarding me.”“I’ve been – busy.” I said lamely.“Too busy to send a message?” He shook his head. “I think I need to teach you some manners.”I pressed my legs together hard. He stepped closer to me. I felt the world drop out. I moved my mouth to “Jean’s” pussy and started teasing her clit with my tongue then moving down her pussy but just barely touching. I had the clamp in my hand and opened it to about half. “Jean” groaned and began rocking her hips. I licked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy, licking deep. “Jean” was moaning, rocking her hips and wiggling and squirming, whispering that “it burns”, “oh god….it feels so good” and then she told me to clamp the hose but hold the nozzle in her. She had. "She's very cute. Who looksafter her when you're away?" I have a cat butler," Mark replied, shedding his suit jacket and turningon the lights in the large open-plan loft.Natalie giggled, standing upright and smoothing down her skirt. "A catbutler. Americans." Hey, you guys have actual butlers. What would you like to drink?" Tea?" she asked hopefully, slipping off her suit jacket and hanging iton the wooden coat stand."Don't you want a drink drink?" I don't drink drink. Thank you; though don't. If you remember some of your life, it wasn't a capital crime."She tried again. "Disqualify me. Medically." It was getting hard tothink."Just delays the inevitable. AIDs? Hep-Z? Maintenance. No longercontagious. Murderous intent? Mindwipe. Schizophrenia? Mental incapacity?DN modules, Z-guns, oblats. What color hair you want? You want to lookmore Asian or less Asian? Big bazongas or truly massive ones?" He mimed agrowing bust. He indicated the clipboard. "I got a list, but there'salways room for.