.um…he lives in another country, and i was, I was at the mall because he told me to go to the mall.”The boy starred at me, waiting for something m...re..“..uh, Sir,” I added.“That’s better. So how does your master command you? Does he call you on the phone?”“No, Sir, he e-mails me, Sir.”By this time the boy had slouched onto the couch and put his feet up on my coffee table.“E-mails you? What a cheap cocksucker of a whole slave you are! You let some guy off in cyber-land order you around? How low. Because of our movements, our legs tripped and both of us fell on the floor. The thick carpet saved a deadly fall. Our carpet was as thick as a mattress. Now I was on top of her kissing her wildly. Her palms were over my palms. Now her resistance began to fall. She was not cooperating but was not resisting either. Her eyes had tears. I released my lips from hers. I cupped her cheeks and kissed them. She closed her eyes tightly. I kept of kissing them and kissed her lips. This time, she opened. Also, think about the number of students in this school. To get a good testing of the Program, they need as much time as possible." That's true." Excuse me, Krissy." A teacher asked.I looked up.Chapter 194Mr. Bacon11:57 am, November 4th, 20065:57 am November 5th, 2006 (local time)"I had Krissy pulled out of her lunch period." Ms. Q informed me. "She should be here in few minutes." Good. We need some answers." We do? You know the fight was your fault, don't you. You put her in the Program.. Still I had at least to lick and taste his essence. I knelt before his ass, and moved into kiss, to lick, to thrust with my tongue. A low moan told me that was good for him, as did his hips moving against my face, then his hands reaching back and pushing me to him. I could taste the sweat of his earlier passion and the musk of his passage to paradise. And then his opening, his hole, was itself pulsing, moving in rhythm with my tongue. I could have glued my face to his ass forever, but his hands.