Probably because it was yesterday. You think to yourself as the memory floats to your mind.You had been walking back home after class while dealing wi...h the mental attacks by the various stressors in your life.As you walked down the path, you walked by an elderly man, sitting on a park bench.You don't know why, but seeing him triggered something in you that forced you to stop, and backtrack to look at him. He was VERY old, with enough wrinkles to put Thanos to shame, and had a small smile on. Then came the best bit; I held her pussy lips apart and her clit was looking at me aching to be licked. I knew what I had to do. So I gently started to flock her clit with my tongue, by this point she moaning louder. Mmmmmmmmm, o fuck that feels so good, then I did what I’m best at and headed for the Gspot. I told her to relax fully and inserted my finger about 2 inches deep into her already wet pussy. As I licked and sucked on her clit I started to gently rub her Gspot. After about 6 or 7 mins. "You're right, that's where he came alive first." And then you tried to contact it from outside, and that's where the original hack alert came in, right?" he asked. "They told me you were alone in the place the night before, your boss had called off sick, but I never put it together."I nodded. "He'd left a hole in the security," I said. "He fixed it right away, but it was too late for me, I had to run. And keep running. Look, Richard, Spook's my friend. Maybe the best friend I've ever had. I. He didn’t put his fingers inside me again or his tongue on my clit, but he rose his hand to my throat and pushed me back onto the couch. I’m breathing as fast as my heart is beating, silently willing him to ravage me as I hoped he wanted to. “Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. “What makes a girl good?” The question seemed loaded, but I knew the answer as if it were ingrained in me. “A good girl does what she is told” I say to him, drawing out the.