“Same time tomorrow?” I asked.“Ja, thank you,” she replied. “Oh, can I get your phone number, just in case I want to talk to you about the p...ogram?”I wrote it on a piece of paper, and gave it to her, and she waved as I drove off. I spent the evening reading through all of the notes and handouts from the course, then looking at Hannah’s program. I made two little changes to it, but it looked like it was pretty good.Hands on Programming – Day TwoTuesday May 13, 1975The next morning, on the drive. The place had the unmistakable smell of grease and oil; like an automotive repair shop, and that sort of thing. Jay explained that a good friend of his owned this shop. They'd gone to school together, and had known one another a long time. In spite of the dreary atmosphere of the place, I was still feeling excited to have finally met Jay. The drive from where I lived to where Jay lived had been close to a two hour drive, which was not insignificant; and yet, now that we were there together,. Becky was surprised when the tethered woman looked straight at her. Although there was slight pleading in her pretty hazel eyes, there was barely a hint of self consciousness at being fully displayed in front of a stranger. That was a good sign indeed.Becky walked up to Andrew's slave, closely examining every inch of her slender body. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and there were no visible scars, piercings or tattoos. She was in top condition.Without warning, Becky groped the slave's. There were two ways she liked to be masturbated, one was with my index finger inside her pussy and with my thumb rubbing downwards on her clitoris, then quickly lifting it off and moving to the top again rubbing in downwards. The other way was with the first three fingers of my hand on her clit and rubbing them round in a circular motion. I tried the second way but she pushed me away from kissing her, said ‘No, the other way’ and then started to kiss me again. So, it was index finger inside her.