”What does this kid know about love? Is she playing me? She’s gorgeous, sweet but… Is she what I need in my life? I don’t want a daughter. I n...ed a slut, a bitch who I can dominate. Someone as kinky as me. She must be playing me. I’m her only security right now. Damn! I need to figure this out. “Chris, what’s going to happen to me?” she said teary eyed.There it is, she is playing me. Well, let’s enjoy it for now. I can afford to spoil her a little before sending her off. She deserves at least. "Are they making what Ithink they're making?"Gabriel leaned next to him on the railing. He smiled and pointed todifferent areas of the floor naming the different departments: "Torsoassembly, inner workings, hair-raising stations, a lot is done righthere. But this is just for the Mini-Lines. I think you'll be moreimpressed with what's in the next room."Gabriel led Tycho through an access hatch and they came out on a catwalkover another large factory floor. The setup was similar, but this timeyou. "Quickly she was on all fours and Jack was literally banging the floor with her tits. Jack started to blast come all over the place. He blew come all over her tits, her face, the wall and even hit the ceiling light.The blond got up. "Sugar, we love special orders." She walked out of the restroom.Jack sat there and ate the burger. When he went to pull up his shorts, his dick was no longer that thirteen-inch monster. In fact, both his dick and balls looked a bit smaller but he thought it was just. Did she realize I was admiring her body? Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. Was she turned on? Was I turned on?Our session ended and as I helped Cindy to her feet she put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy working out with you?”“No,” I replied, laying my hand on top of hers.As if part of our routine, Cindy took my hand and led me into the locker room. It was empty and as we were the last women left in the gym at that late hour, it would remain.