On the screen was the woman who was sitting on the bed. "Your input has been accepted and a prototype model has been prepared, please select accept to...continue." I turned to look at the woman again. Her image began to fade as I looked at her. "You have one minute to accept or the image will be deleted," the computer said. I moved my finger to the accept key and turned to look at the woman again. I pressed the key while looking at her and saw her image begin to solidify. After around a minute,. I distract myself with papers, folders, a pen, a napkin to tear into pieces. Watching my fingers twirl a pen, I can see them, instead, trailing across your shoulders over your starched shirt feeling the stretched, smooth fabric over the heat of your skin. My fingers find their way down to your ribs and then waist where they pause to rest on your hips. The overwhelming and obvious need to press my body against yours is one I’m finding difficult to fight but also to imagine. If I used your hips. So god-damn hot." I said as her eyes lit up from my praise. Just then we both heard a noise and she pulled my cock out of her mouth quickly and got off her knees and down off her bed She opened the bedroom door a crack and slipped outside just in time to intercept her three year old daughter who had woken up and was headed to her mom's room."Lets put you back to bed sweetie." Crystal said."But Mommy, I'm thirsty." I heard her daughter say. "Oh mommy, you look like my pretty doll." Her daughter. ”My throat closed tight and I couldn’t stand hearing any more of the pain she had to endure. It reminded me of the torture sessions the Iraqi military performed on civilians. I quickly had to change the subject for the both of us. The fact that she hid in her room also explained why nothing got done around the house.“I think we’re getting close to the store. What kind of flowers would you like to get?”“Let’s first see what they have.”We ended up buying three hanging baskets with Begonias for.