"I stared at him. "You do what?!?" Didn't they tell you? We download you neural net at night. When yousleep your mind is ?backed up' to our central sy...tem."Now this was getting plain scary. "You mean that you know everything I'mthinking, feeling... dreaming?"Noah paused and stroked his chin. "Not really. Your brainwaves are notexactly readable by a human, but the computer translates then into usablepatterns with some seriously complex math. You mind also enters adifferent state when you dream,. Us bhi chude huye kae din ho gaye the kyoki uska driver pati ghadi par gaya hua tha vah bhi ab garam hone lagi thi. Mene apna haat se uske chuchyo ko ab tez masalne laga vo ajeeb avaaz nikalne lagi, lala ji humare vaha dever ko lal ji bi bulateHi or jor se karo ab kyat ha me to yahi chahta tha. Mene uske boobs ko blouse ke upper se hi khoob masalne laga, ab mene uske hoto ko apne hote me lakarke chusne laga or usko apne chati ke oper le liya uske gaand ko sahlane laga and osko mene apne neeche. "Yes! Sire. "She hissed lustily. " Like father like son Do it again sire please."She flopped back on to her back as I entered her, she threw her arms round my neck, her legs locked round my waist, and she pulled my head down in a long passionate French kiss, our tongues swirling madly as our loins pressed tightly together. I flexed my cock inside her, and I felt Mistress Jane respond She started to squeeze back, thrusting her hips wantonly against me, as tremors flooded my body, my cock driving. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for counseling. The woman was having an affair with a young man in.