All else aside though, this morning was his, and during breakfast, he began planning out our morning session, but interrupted himself before he'd hard...y begun."Cooper, we need to ask Lloyd what they're using at FiberDyne to sew these materials together." What? You think they have some special thread or something?" More like the 'or something'," he explained. "I anticipate a special bonding agent of some kind." You mean like a special sort of super glue?" Yes. I doubt that these fabrics are. "You even touch my sister and I'll put a bullet through your neck before you can even call out for help." Please Derek, there's no need to be making idle threats. Look the next game is starting, why don't we just sit here together and watch the games unfold?"The computer monitor maximised a video image of another kidnappee of the Barbiemaker. She was stood naked on top of a platform with some kind of vibrating dildo contraption strapped around her waist. The dildo part of the device was slid. Campbell even wore eyeglasses.The company indulged his eccentricities and paid his outrageous fees because he needed their resources and they liked to make money. Holland Campbell was a brilliant—nay, visionary—computer engineer, but he was also a little scatter-brained. The company gave him the freedom to do what he wished. They funded his projects and whims. He got to do research and they got a share of his riches. Everyone benefitted.Some of his co-workers joked—behind his back, of. I smiled to myself but that smile was short lived. She lifted her hips and my dick exited her pussy to almost the tip. My dick screamed at me telling me it wanted to go back inside her. The message reached my brain and my hands instantly grasped her hips. I pushed her down on top of me. My dick went to the root. I heard her moan. Our bodies slapped together. I heard her pussy begin to squish because of the forced movement. Up. Down. Up. Down. Each movement felt better than the last. Our moans.