Another almost constant companion was Library. Library was a robot, for lack of a better word. Picture a silver football on its end with no seams, a t...tally smooth surface. Now double all of its dimensions. And picture it floating around with no sign of anything holding it up or propelling it and you've got an idea of what Library looks like. I was given the opportunity to personalize Library's voice. We worked at it for a couple of days until she sounded like my third grade teacher. I could. *****My birthday that year was unforgettable.I only got three birthday cards. One from my parents, one from my sister and the other from Hannah. Hannah's just said 'See you at 7. Let yourself in. You'll need these.' including a key ring, with three keys. One was a front door Yale, but the other two looked like they were for small padlocks.I arrived at her flat at five past seven that night, and getting no response from the doorbell, let myself in with the Yale key. The flat was quiet and dark,. She nonchalantly rubbed her tits one at a time on her top under her cover to the crowd, but was visible to the band. She saw they were looking and pulled her top down to expose her left tit and hardening nipple. Steve lost the lyrics to the song he was singing and Jeannie laughed as the band zeroed in on that tit. Now the other guys saw her pussy as she spread her legs a little wider, teasing them. This went on for the last two sets, with the band showing glimpses of hardening cocks. She was so. “Please sir, don’t fuck her pussy. You can fuck her ass, play with her pussy, eat her, and do anything else you want, but please don’t fuck her pussy.”“Alright kid. I can fuck her pussy if I want. But because you asked so nicely, I’ll make do with other things.”With that, he took his nightstick off his belt. I didn’t think that park rangers usually had nightsticks, but I guess this guy wanted one. Kneeling down in front of me, he positioned the nightstick at my opening, and shoved it inside. I.