The movements were precised and to the target. She unbotton my pants and saw my lacy thong, pulled down my pants, and her hands started to move with ...are around my male parts that found a prison in the Le Mystere lace. Olga's long red nails played like numbers around and about my lingerie that at that point seemed to be wet. Very wet and ready to emerge. No a word was said. She took my malehood out of my panties and kissed it, it grew longer escaping from my panties, curved up, Olga held it. I had deduced that the A.I. had changed its priority to me as humanity was no longer a threat to it. I anticipated that the A.I. was turning all its resources towards finding a way to defeat me.It was one of the few times I was sleeping, a real sleep. My mind was silent, I was left with just my thoughts. Over the years my guests as I called them, had come to understand my need for sleep and for them to allow me that alone time. I dreamt of Marina. I was standing in a ruined building looking. Kris woke a little time later while I was busy at my computer andorganizing my notes. "Hey I see you got a little present last night," Istated."Matt, you little nosey motherfucker!" Kris screamed. "Don't go looking atmy shit! You got me!"I didn't say a word and continued to work at my computer. Kris was off toshower and returned."Why were you over there looking at my shit?" Kris said back in the roomwith his hand grasping my shoulder."I'm sorry, Kris."While pushing my head forward, "Damn right. With bruised ass cheeks and breasts, perpetual wet panties, I know I am His as I strut through my day. With every interaction I have, He is half a continent away, but He is there with me. I act as I know He wants me to act, I talk and present myself and give forth the effort as He would make me. I want to make Him proud and elevate Him through my actions. He deserves that. I have started to let my thoughts drift to seeing Him in real life. Feeling the sting of His hand on my face, my ass..