Instead, a man and a woman in what looked like bellhop uniforms hurried over to us. Both had gray masks over their heads. The nametag on the man said,...“Bad.” The nametag on the woman said, “Worse.”Bad said roughly. “Take off your covers and follow me.”We followed him to a side door and down a long hallway. Worse followed behind us. At the end of the hallway was what looked like a narrow cloakroom with clothing hooks on the walls. There was a small whiteboard above each of the hooks.“Find your. It explains why he did it this way.- Lemme see it.-Put a glove on first, its still wet.-Damn that's nasty.I would not swing forever from a tree in a lower circle of hell. Perdition I will bear; I admit my sins, but this is a release, a catharsis through pain - that I may find peace elsewhere, forgetting her name. Hopefully what I have here borne will redeem my soul.He was a poet eh?--No you idiot its Dante - suicides are doomed to forever be trapped in the trees with their bodies hanging from. Together we will create the android of your dreams. You have until the end of the today to decide.” With that said, she gets up and leaves with her entourage of women in suites. I can finally breathe. “You know she makes a good point. Not only does our competition have the technology, but they have the resources to beat us. Also, more tech companies continue to pop up. How long can we last, especially since we haven’t made any progress on the AI,” Sarah says. “I know, I know, but I won’t sell. But he also took advantage of the stop, and used both his hands to pull her panties down her legs.Xania continued to complain about what a "cheeky bastard" he was, but he would have had a hard time removing the panties without her assistance. She lifted up her ass at the right time, and moved one foot and then the other when necessary as well. The net result was that despite her verbal protestations ("You go too far! I am NOT going to let you take my panties off too!"), he soon had her panties.