Both of the other guests claimed that my work supported their opposing position. Idiots. They were both wrong.It was a big fight, which may have been ...he point. Hannity seemed to have at least read a precis of my thesis, because he asked the best question, along with some ridiculous ones. Of course, I had read Karl Marx. He was a founding sociologist and well respected as such. I did not give a damn about his economic theories. When I said so, Hannity seemed taken aback. It suffices to say that. The hallway was bright and there were 3 or 4 guys milling around. All I could do was watch his feet and try to ignore all the eyes on my bare ass. We walked about 10 feet to the other room, then he stopped in the door and made me wait in the hall while everyone stared. After we got in the room I dropped my clothes and he burst out laughing. I was hard as a rock. "You liked showing off that ass, didn't you?" he laughed "C'mere and show it to me" He bent me over, took a bottle of lube from his. The Doctor stared at the ropes he still held in his hand, lost in intense thought. The silvery tendrils of Cyber components that clung to the side of his face shimmered in the blink of the pearl-like lights embedded in his temple. Though his head remained tilted towards the floor, suddenly his eyes flicked to Clara’s. They held the Machiavellian darkness of the Cyber-Planner as a smirk slid across his lips. ‘The Doctor was right, there is an intriguing je ne sais quoi about you. For a human.’. ..keep it up,” she cooed. I kept eating her until after a few minutes her entire body tensed and a short shriek of ecstasy came from her as she came. I stood up, and assuming that we were done started undress to change back to Andrew. “Leave it on. We aren’t done yet.” “Ma’am?” “Lie down on the bed, and leave everything you have on…as is.” I complied and watched as my wife stripped naked in front of me. My cock was throbbing so much at this point, I was wondering if I could die of blood.