“Would you like to kiss the toes of my boots?”I glared at him and hissed, “Shut up!”He just shrugged and then snapped his fingers, “I almost...forgot: I have to apologize!”I muttered, “Sounds like it'll be real sincere, too.”“What?”I waved my hand, “Nothing. Don't bother with the apology. Just tell me what you wanted to make me feel like shit that night. And then I'm gone.”“Let me buy you a drink.”“No. Get on with it.”He sighed, “I've been to your restaurant before and saw you through the doors a. Did I mention this was a game? No game is complete without its features:1.) Every player has access to a personal console in their heads that will reveal information about themselves, their activities or the activities of other players, such as the amount of cum they have swallowed to the number of orgasms they had on a certain day. Pulling up information is like recalling a very vivid daydream. Like a computer program, the data on their consoles, such as images, recordings or text, can be. It was a pretty hoaky intimidation gimmick, and Cadet Kirkwasn't impressedThe elderly Admiral Jonathan Archer (ret.) spoke, "CongratulationsCadet. You are the first person in the history of this Academy to evercome out on top in the Kobayashi Maru scenario. This simulation wasdesigned to give you no chance of winning, only different types ofdefeat, a fact that you were obviously aware of given the extraordinarylengths you went to in order to pull off this little surprise. Yourgoing clear. "Oh fuck!" I groaned, feeling the saliva slushing around my big, cum cannon. She gave a blowjob like a porn star, knowing how to work her tongue and her mouth skillfully. She popped my cock out of her mouth and started jerking the head slowly. "You like that, Papi?" "Fuck yeah, that's some good shit," I moaned back, "Stand up, I have to see that big ass of yours!" She bit her thick bottom lip as she stood up slowly arching her back, letting her rotund backside protrude out behind her. Priscilla.