Mr. Sutton was famous for his trial, and ultimate acquittal, of a former basketball player who was alleged to have murdered his wife."At stake here is...not whether a toaster, or coffee maker, has the same rights and liberties as I, or anyone else," the Judge continued, "but whether machines; so complex in fact that they exhibit and experience complex emotions, can communicate, and are self-aware, should be afforded the same rights thereto."She paused to take a sip of water, leaned back in her. Laura was the centre of attention in a close circle now.We had all forgotten about the cards and so Dave suggested she blow him. She sunk to her knees in front of him and her sweetly rounded bum stuck up in the air. I could see the dark folds of flesh of her gorgeously slim cunt part a little. A few moments of sucking and then she turned to me. I was in heaven as her hot mouth slid over my helmet. She muttered that she had trouble with circumcisions but proved a valiant learner and as well as. Shit. No, not possible. After what seemed like a half hour, but was probably more like ten minutes, the door finally opened and Miss Frobisher appeared in front of me. She gasped when she saw me. ‘What the hell happened to you?’ she asked, as she pulled me into the warm, dry building. ‘I tripped into a big pit filled with water.’ ‘You look a fright! And you’re shivering! Quick, come with me.’ She led me inside and up a short flight of stairs. I looked above me and could see some metal. Football also started up again and I watched all his games. Not really for the sport but because his ass looked so tasty in those tight football pants and when I'd see him after the game, he would look extremely hot with the hint of sweat on his forehead and the messed up hair and the smell of musk on him. One night after a football game, something changed. I was waiting for him outside the change room and he came out in his usual grey sweatpants and football jersey. His hair was a little messy.