Please don’t leave me.] She loved me? How was that ... I stopped as I remembered just how complex the emotion program had become.I tried to say some...hing though I seemed to still be in shock somewhat. True I had started to feel something for her but love?! I wasn’t so sure after all I really had no actual idea what love felt like. Sure I could write a program for it, describe it in detail. Feeling it though? No, I didn’t have a clue, not one at all.The blush that Sheila had seemed to have. My thumbs opened her wide revealing long, lacy inner lips nestled within. I sucked them into my mouth, drank the juices dripping there, pulled on them with my teeth till she cried out. My fingers spread her ass, opening her tight anus and I slid a wet finger inside as the tip of my tongue began to explore the shaft of her engorged clitoris. Her hands tightened in my hair and her hips begin to grind on my face, faster and faster but I pulled back, looked up and told her “Don’t you fucking dare. "I'm not going to sugar coat it for you..."she stated, "you are going to struggle here at **** University!" I wasn't prepared and could no longer look her in the eyes. There was a long pause and my low gaze shifted to her legs as she crossed them. I wasn't focused on what she had said next, so when I heard "Is that going to work for you?" I was lost. I sat there dumbfounded and just stayed silent. Wendy quickly figured out I hadn't been listening. She leaned back in her chair and pushed her. "How dare you break into my house, and who are you?" Madam, I am called Vilkatas. I am here because my family heard a terrible scream of pain and fear a short time ago. We heard it over our mental communication network which we though was sealed off to all but ourselves. When we heard the mental scream, we felt compelled to investigate. Can you tell me what happened?" Very well, under those circumstances, I guess that you should hear what little I know. By the way, my name is Baba-Yaga. I am.