I needed no reason; I just was. Maybe it was the fault of all that tummy-down position self pleasure I’d indulged in so frequently. But that was alm...st always in bed, and always in complete privacy.Damn, and we would be there for at least another hour. I looked about. Though the crowd had thinned, there were still plenty of people around. The nearest was about twenty five or thirty feet away, and the sounds of summer fun rose and fell in all directions.The siren song of my clit coursed. I’ve been with black men before who finished me with a sore pussy and a smile on my face. Heat surged anew when I read the lust in his dark gaze. The evening held promise, and I couldn’t wait to get to it.He pulled me against his side and nuzzled my neck, nipping my earlobe with his teeth as we strode toward the room. My body was buzzing as I searched for the room key in my purse. I was cursing the lock under my breath as I anxiously made several attempts of sliding the keycard through the lock. I touched my boobs; they were soft, squishy, and bouncy, and from side to side and top to bottom, I felt every part of their area. I looked down at the floor and looked at my breasts from above. Then I looked back into the mirror. My skin was tan, and my hips were curvy. My underarms were shaven, and my face had no stubble. Bewildered by my predicament, I stood frozen for a few moments. I worried about my crotch; I was scared to see what was there. But finally and slowly, I slid the pajama. He also claims to have an off-line data center that’s done some analysis you might be interested in.’A: ‘An off-line data center? I thought you were in everything.’I: ‘Everything on-line. Obviously I can’t touch something off-line. Unless it’s got some sort of connection, I can’t touch it. Probably it has a “me” in the operating system, but it can’t talk to the other “me’s” that are on-line.’A: ‘How does it get data, then?’ This was the “Chris” part of Chris/Armis, the part that liked solving.