“Certainly not. While I admit synths were considered property, they were valuable property, not to be abused. Such actions would be in violation of ...olicy, and subject the violator to severe punishment, possibly even banishment. The thought that someone in the Institute might do such a thing sickens me. Is ... is that what was happening?”“I had all four of the escaped synths tell me the same story. They were programmed to be almost childlike in their behavior, but even an abused child can run. As he continued to violate me I began to get steadily more aroused. Suddenly I felt his balls slap against me, meaning that he managed to fit all nine inches of his thick cock inside of me. I moaned loudly with pain and pleasure as he grabbed my hair and shoved me onto the floor and began to fuck my tight ass hard. I couldnt believe that was starting to enjoy this. I began to moan like a whore as his strong arms held me still, thrusting ever harder and more deeply into me. The methodical sound. While I didn't run into Jeannie, I met several other suits. All were polite and greeted me warmly, directing me to the other corner of the floor. Wagner Industries took up the entire thirty-fourth floor, but didn't seem too crowded. I later learned that accounting took up most of another floor.When I entered, Catherine was sitting at a conference table with Wally, Uncle Harry, two men in shirts and ties that I didn't know, and a young lady, who was sitting beside Catherine taking shorthand of. "Well I for one," the middle-aged woman- whose child I don't recognise-says, "am happy that my son is at the same school as such a courageousand intelligent young woman. Good on you, Laura." Absolutely," Mr. Wyatt- Nicole's father- says. "Thank you Laura, thankyou for being such a good friend to my daughter." Much to mine and mymother's surprise, Mr. Wyatt starts clapping, quickly followed by therest of the crowd including Mrs. Houghton and all the teachers. Theapplause continues as we get in.