As I got ready for bed, my major 50 to 1 odds wager on tonight’s hockey games flashed into my working memory. After lying down in my bottom bunk, I ...olled over and tuned my portable radio to the CBC’s Hockey Night in Canada broadcast. Even though I was ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine percent sure of winning that wager, the sudden adrenaline rush I felt over winning six grand made any thought of sleep nearly impossible.I soon realized how mistaken that belief was. I barely made it to the end of. I was swallowing her saliva and juices. We then made a long french kiss which lasted for 15 min. I then went down and splitter on her pussy and tried to enter her pussy with my dick.it was really hot in there and my dick went in with little effort. She started to vibrate her self and demanded me to fuck her bad. and hard .I slowly started her fucking. She told me to increase speed. I then started to speed up my action. Started fucking her like a machine. She was moaning like hmmm yeaaa more. I was sitting at my desk like a deer in the headlights... unsure as to why i feltsuch trepidation and delight simultaneously...i picked up the phone... and heard the voice of an angel... yeah, a VERY female angel... lol...she spoke quickly... i sat there dumbfounded... she simply stated one sentence:"do you believe me now?"...all i could do was reply "uh-huh"... click the line went dead...i sat staring dumbfounded at the screen...and her words came echoing back at me, only this time via ICQ. "May I leave the table, sir?"He took another sip of the soup. Swallowed. "No."He could nearly feel her anger." ... when may I leave the table?" she asked. "Sir." When I choose to grant you permission." He resumed his meal.She shoved away, clearly deciding she had had enough. She had barely taken one step when Claude utilized the conditioning software that had been packaged with the syn.She screamed and collapsed to the ground. He waited for three seconds as her limbs twitched violently, trying.