She tells me that she is a cock lover, and she wants other cock in her badly. And that turns me on to no end. So recently, we agreed that she was goin... to take things further. She wanted to start by touching a stranger’s cock. The thought thrilled me to no end, and her of course. All of which I relate here is her telling me the story as it happened. I am a stickler for detail, so I have included I think everything. I also have an incredible memory, so nothing goes astray with me. One Saturday. So, she sent me to call ‘that nice young man from next door’, in her own words, to help out.The door was ajar as I stepped in front of his house. After knocking a few times, to no avail, I stepped in. I knew the guy (Luc’s his name) was in; I had just seen him staring at me a few minutes ago.As I walked inside I heard soft, muffled moans. I walked silently towards the source of the sound.The door was slightly open and what I saw took me completely by surprise. James, with an ecstatic expression. Some of what I said made sense and I didn’t even understand others of it. Danna said that my talking was using different words than the processor had sounds stored for.“Okay, but how do I change from one language to another?”“Why does that matter? Whoever you are talking to is the language you will respond in.”“Okay, but what about a situation where there are people with different languages speaking? What if I want to act as a go between for two different people? I have to be able to hear one. This woman had opened the door with her old key. Maybe she was back to get some stuff she’d left behind after she cleared out so fast.Now that she was finding all his trash, Cameron knew he was screwed. If she checked the whole house she’d find him here in the basement and call the cops. Heck, she’d probably call the cops anyway now that she found all his crap. What was he going to do?A rumble from his stomach provided an answer. Yes, that was one way to deal with the problem. He could sate his.