" I do know, Matthew. On your knees."I sat there. I didn't know what to do."I'm losing patience, Matthew. Either get on your knees now, or, you can go...watch television for all I care."She's seen me with that Guide. 'Well, of course she'd seen you. You were sitting across the table from her an hour ago.' I berated myself.I went down to my knees at her feet. Though I remembered to keep eye contact with her."Go ahead. Both of us, Matthew. We both know you want to." Her eyes were different. Better.. Must be why so many fellow gamers seemed to hate me.However, for the seasoned power gamer, character backstories were a potent tool. An insidious weapon, to wiggle into the game and open up cracks in it’s defenses.“You see, my character is from a fallen and disgraced noble house. He still remembers the day, when he was a child, that his father was arrested for treason and his mother had the servants hide the children away while the house burned. He carries his father’s signet ring, and promised. " "But… But how does it work?" Jessy asked, shakily. "Well," Taggert replied, "inside the ring is a microchip that works much like the vibrator. Though, as I'm sure you can ascertain, a vibration deep inside of a vagina is a very different thing, to the same sensation directly on your clitoris. Plus, it has other… tricks." Jessy thought about it for a minute or so, then replied, "I can see that, but how do you discipline these girls by pleasuring their p… pussies, when it's so… pleasant.". This story is about a time in my life that I’ll never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I’m willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my 16th birthday, when my parents sat me down and told me the news that they were getting a divorce. I wasn’t really suprised since they had been sleeping in different rooms for over a year, but the worst part was that they wanted me to spend the summer with my mother’s twin.