Maybe your imagination can think of some rewards if you concentrate in school today?" Walking away, she could hear the tremble in his voice, "Uh... O-...kay An-Mom.."Over the next three days, nothing. No masturbation, no slutty Mommy talk, nothing. Annika tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and tapped her silver 5 inch stilettos. Her outfit was a button up white half shirt with only the bottom button actually closed, a red tie, and a plaid skirt that just barely covered her pussy.. This is so freaky!"She heard a wet popping sound as her left arm was removed. It happenedso quickly she didn't have time to reach another orgasm but she reachedup and touched her arm on last time before it was taken away.The med-bot moved around to her right arm. Jackie suddenly realized thatthis was her last chance to touch anything with her hand."Wait a minute," she called to Brian and robot paused.Jackie ran the fingers of her remaining hand through her red hair onelast time. She touched her. This wasn't a party night. Just some girlfriends, dinner, some wine, then back home to waiting husbands. Once the k**s where down, I pulled up some porn and started edging myself for a while. I figured when she got back maybe we could fool around a bit. But the hours dragged on. It was now nearly midnight, so I gave up my sex ideas and went to bed without cumming. I figured the next morning, I would fuck her senseless. I was fast asleep when she stumbled into our bedroom about 1am. She was. My friends are constantly telling me that I have the perfect life. I respectfully disagree. When I lived in Brockton, my dwelling was a mansion on Ash Street, in Brockton’s quiet and relatively well-to-do West Side. My parents, Francisco and Helen Saint-Marc bought the house in 2001. I lived there until I graduated from Cardinal Spellman High School in June of 2006. It’s beautiful on the outside and quite lovely on the inside. A two-story, four-bedroom house with three bathrooms, two living.