She looked up at me and pulled her face away and asked, “Am I doing it right Judy?”“You are doing it just fine honey. When I have my orgasm I wa...t you to lick up all of my juices. Okay?”“I will if that’s what you want,” she answered. It was sounding as if she wanted to be my sex slave or at least willing to do whatever I would ever ask of her. While that sounds sexy, it is a little frightening.I was getting hotter than hell the closer I was coming to an orgasm and I rolled over and squished my. He called in sick many times repeatedly making everything difficult. Apparently he had some sort of issues in his life, which I understood but it got pretty annoying. Aside from that I didn't really like his attitude either. His responses were pretty snappy. Most of the time he seemed like he didn't even care. I also was not fond of him being bisexual. I mean , no offense, he can do what he wants, but I was cautious when he was around. He was pretty much a bitch, if I could say so. The only. “The days of software engineering being the province of old white men is gone. For a couple hundred dollars, you can start your own software company, and make good money with it. Who can keep you out of the field when that is the case? I’ll answer that – no one.”“I never thought about that.”“If you’ve got a mechanical interest, there’s robotics. If you’re interested in how people think, there’s artificial intelligence. If you’re interested in art, there’s animation and games. If you’re. I will not come second anymore. Money and status has got you seriously fucked in the head!’ she yelled at him, her face was turning red with anger as she went on. ‘All you care about is that damn job and that damn briefcase! It’s surgically attached to your fucking hand!’ ‘I don’t have time to hear this. I have to get to the office so if you don’t have anything new to say, then I suggest you find something new to talk about,’ he said stoically. No emotion was discernable on his face. Ouch. And.