To begin with, "breath of fresh air" was another code phrase I had set up with Sharon although I'd never really believed anyone would be stupid enough...to actually let me talk to my AI. Well, stupid people do stupid things. Anyway, as soon as I said "breath of fresh air" My "ownership" of Sharon was terminated and immediately transferred to Terry and the other girls. I figured that if I was captured I might have a chance to do this and then no matter what they did to me they couldn't get me to. I looked over the Potomac, watching the boatstravel the waterway. I walked into the kitchen to see what materialsGrace had on hand with which I could make dinner. I checked thehumidifier drawer and found she had sufficient salad making materials.There was also a container of fresh crabmeat on the upper shelf. Thatwould be easy enough. There were baking potatoes in the pantry and aloaf of French bread on the island. Perfect! An easy dinner to throwtogether. I wrapped the potatoes in foil. " I really shouldn't" Don't sweat it, mom and sis are fixing dinner and you can hear your dad outside cutting grass. No one will bug us, come sit with me."He slowly got up and came over, sitting next to me. But before he could I reached up and grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to me. At the way we were, I seated and he standing, his crotch was face level to me and I buried my face in it, kissing his cock through his jeans. He tried to pull away a little but I had him good. I could feel. My heart was racing; my breathing was gradually quickening, and my eyes glazed over into a sensual trance all while I lathered his face with shaving cream. Such a simple act always reminded me of doing something superior. With the cream on their faces, men were sort of muzzled, subject to my ministrations, my time... in silence. Emphasis was placed on their eyes, which were clouded with many different thoughts. In the silence, their eyes spoke things their mouths wouldn't. Looking at Michael.