I loved the way my friend smiled. There was such hope in her eyes. I could tell she was rooting for me. That was amazing. I whirled around and darted ...way. I raced down the hallway. My cock bobbed and swayed before me. I shuddered, my heart racing. I had hope. I was going to do it.I practically leaped down to the landing in the middle of the stairs, turned the bend and raced down to the first floor. I flowed down the halls, focused on my goal. I would prove to the principal and the others that. He stood and grabbed paul, picking him up and carting him out of the room. He locked the door behind the angry 5th grader.“No fair, Pierce! I was here first-”Pierce walked back tot he couch and kissed Haley on the lips, this time she gladly accepted the kiss.“So, Pierce. You jizzed all over your sheets apparently”, Haley asked with a sarcastic air to her voice.“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s because I had this dream...” Pierce stopped talking so as to prevent himself from remembering the. I AM an improver. What does that have to do with what I do atwork?"As it turned out, what Doc's Girls considered "work" was the stuffeveryone considers work. The grunge stuff like weeding, cleaning up messesthat required more brains than the robots had, and other things of thesort that people usually paid someone else to do so they would not have todo it themselves. The tasks were spread out over the entire population ofthe Complex, and because no one was exempt, the total time per person. The line between straight and gay blurs and the straight guy will usually crave that secret submission...even though they feel confused about why they did it, why they enjoyed it, and why they crave it. Once they suck a big, stiff cock and feel the thrill of cum sliding down their throat there is no going back. No forgetting the fulfilling sensation of submission. They will feel guilty, they will question their own sexuality and often tell themselves they will never do it again...but they.