Then she started pounding me in earnest. I watched it like it was a porn movie in the mirror, unable to believe this was happening to me. Harder, an... faster she went as she beat on my back and squeezed her nipples and breasts. She called me her slut, her pussy, her toy. She told me she owned my man cunt and I had better cum for her. I had no choice. Her pounding was pushing my cock in and out of her toy between the pillows. It felt like I was fucking a girl beneath me, as I watched this. ”“I didn’t intend it as humor,” he replied tersely. “I was merely stating an historical fact, albeit a literary historical construct about a famous person who sought a body... or two or three.”“I’m sorry, PLATO,” she said, “but when you said it, it sounded so much like the way Richard uses humor in stressful times.” She paused and said, “You realize you are a great deal like him, don’t you?”“I am grown from Richard Mueller’s brain,” PLATO continued sternly. “I am very much like him in many. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car keys and locked the door as she went out.Her small silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. Several miles down the interstate the traffic came to a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam doesn't last long; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fire truck went speeding past on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck. . he's just so... he treats me like a woman and makes me feel like a woman."While I spoke with Ella, a small blonde boy walked up to me. It took me a while before I realised it was Eddie."Got my onroppers yet, Keith?"Since I had to talk to Eddie in private I said goodbye to Ella and led the 9-year-old outside to the wide-open quadrangle where no one could hear or see our discussions. I had to protect myself not only from other students but also from the school's surveillance cameras."I can't.