She responds with louder moans, more urgent moans. She is close to cumming. I am enjoying punishing her pussy, the fact that she can take this and cum...from it, is making my cock throb. The loud, wet smacking sound of my hand on her pussy fills the room. It sounds like a machinegun is being fired. Chrissy starts to shake, she drops to her knees, her arms give out and her face is on the carpet. Her head comes off the carpet as she drives her chest hard into the floor. Her legs begin to shake. I. ...and of courseget my assignments done and ready (although there was little work, it wasmostly preparing to have work). Hilda was not available to pick me up fromschool and she had given me cab fare and my own key to the house. She toldme she would be home by 7 with takeout food and a movie.I was standing in front of the school with my cell phone dialing the cabcompany that Hilda had programmed into my phone when a group of boys droveby hanging out of the windows of an older model car. They. I mean Dad was like all “boys-will-be-boys” and didn’t mention it to Mama. Then this guy in a suit with an official ID card showed up and Mama was not a happy camper and neither was my sore head after that. I swear she kept an eye on me like a hawk right up until the day I left for college.Apparently, the story went around the high school as well and damn few girls were willing to be alone with me, even after everything cleared up. What made my life interesting was the ones that did want to. I made a ten kilo pure gold bar for my interview.I had Archie use one of his drones to kidnap a native. It turned out to be a black homeless guy from downtown Boston. I used the educator to copy his speech programming and general social programming. He didn't smell too well so I had Archie bathe him and give him new clothes while I absorbed the crystal made from his memory.Whoo. Marine. That says a lot. Gunnery Sergeant. Vietnam. Old school. Pissed off as a way of life. I liked this guy. He.