She knew she disobeyed Michael, but the pleasure was too much to pass up. And a tiny bit of herself wanted to feel what it would be like if he spanked...her. She came home later the next day, looking out her window before she turned her light on. Michael’s light was out, but the blinds were up and the window was open. She hoped he was still awake. She turned her light on. She stood in front of the windows, giving him time to get ready before she would perform for him. She got wet as she thought. My cock was already hard, now it was beginning to ache. “Oooh, I hate you! I need you here right the fuck now god damnit!” she was cursing me, but with an opposite tone of voice, desperate, if you will.“If there’s a fire, you should have called 9-1-1!” I told her smoothly. I wanted to torture her till she couldn’t take it anymore. She would be fed up soon.“I’m done Mitch. I’m tired of your shit. You wanna fuck me or not?” she asked me matter-of-factly.“I wish you could see how hard my cock is. "Cheval. Le cheval."I laughed and spelled the English word."I haven't the faintest." Enroue'," I said. "Ee, en, ar, oh, you, ee-acute." I made no attempt to give the French pronunciation for letters. "Have enough words to learn for next week?" More than enough," she said. "Though it seems to take forever for your system to admit that I have memorized the word at all. It's mid-May, and how many March words did you drill me on this evening?" There are a few more than 800 cards in the pack." (I. Making dozens of complex calculations in her mind, she imagined pumping steadily increasing power through the Pulse Cannon, until she reached a theoretical maximum.When she opened her eyes again, she nodded, saying, “We should be able to do a straight swap with the Gatling Lasers. If my calculations are correct, an upgraded Pulse Cannon should be roughly three times as powerful as the old weapons, and with no wind-up times.”Calara looked overjoyed, and said, “I can’t wait to see them in action!.