She pushes her panty covered bum back against my hips as I reattach the leash to her collar and she opens her eyes again. I lean in close and lick the...single tear trail on her cheek now with a hand full of hair still grind against her ass. I touch the red spot on her thigh with my finger tips and fell the heat coming off it. At first touch she tries to pull away and I forgive her when after less than a split second she pushes it against my hand for comfort. I hear the car pull in the driveway.. "Carrie..." He sounds tired of this conversation. He should just give in to me."What? Are you afraid your friends will give me a good bitch fucking?" We just like to talk guy talk without worrying about a woman being around.'I talk low trying to sound like a guy."One time my fart smelled so bad I thought it was my armpit. I hate when my finger accidentally goes in my hole when I'm scratching my ass. Where's the ruler? Time to measure our dicks." Are you done?" Can I stay home, Friday?" No."I. We both realised we must pass this final exam or it would prove to our Mother we were incapably of looking after or caring for each other. We split the chores rotating our duties daily we worked well together and by the end of the week we felt like a married couple there was no arguments or any sort of disagreements the bond we shared meant we could read each others minds and knew what the other was thinking it was a time to learn when a kiss and cuddle or even a touch of the hands meant more. "We need to get out of here."He waited for his boss to reply. He could not see Bartis Cannon's face.He often appeared on one screen as a CG image, or more rarely as aprojected hologram in middle of the room, but now the screen was blank.Finally, the words came: "Sadly my existence is tied to this machine.To this location." Cannon's voice quivered with emotion. Fearprobably. Technology even allowed for a synthesized voice to pick upthe tone of this engineered consciousness.He was tied to a.