Her eyes went wide and she began thrashing in her bonds as she realized where the pulses would hit next. “No... No!.. NO!” she screamed as the fir...t pulses pierced her cunt. Her scream was even louder when the pulses struck in her ass.She decided that there was nothing she could do about the poking pulses and tried to relax and accept them– or at least, endure them. When she did, something changed. They didn’t exactly become pleasurable, but they were no longer pain. They were just... very. The ride home was quiet, too, with new thoughts frantically running through my head. What just happened? That was incredible! I love the way this cum feels drying on my body. Does he think I'm a slut now? Though I wasn't sure what to feel, and I didn't know what he was thinking, I knew that I was probably more turned on than I should be. My pussy was still leaking and I had to reach down and push the remaining cum back inside of me so as not to stain the seat. A downside to not wearing panties,. While he was rebuilding and upgrading his computer, Greg also decided to attempt writing a new program basing it similar to the Guardian programs but also incorporating the aggressiveness and versatility of a virus, without the uncontrolled malice and destructive nature of course. About 5 weeks have now passed since the attack, Greg has spent much of this time down in his room either rebuilding his system or working on his new project and basically only took breaks to eat, wash, relieve. Her white top lay untied on the black towel, the rounded sides of her breasts pressing out past her shoulder blades, which lifted as her arms cradled a book. I watched for what might have been minutes, but felt timeless. The sun shone, her skin so white, the only movement her gently curling toes and the slow sucking of her bottom lip. I thought that if I waited, she might turn over for topless tanning, but then worried about her catching view of me. Instead, I thought I should take advantage.