” The Irraka shrugged, like it made sense. “Do your bosses punish you if you’re insubordinate?”“Yes!” She squeaked, looking around after m...king the noise. “Y-Yes, they do. Violently, s-sometimes ... a lot of the times.”Matt laughed. Maybe he didn’t understand, or take her seriously. But, his eyes changed after a few moments. “I ... suppose yeah, they probably would, wouldn’t they? I remember what some of the vamps did to their childes and whatnot, in Tijuana. Nasty. The church dudes were. We have read accounts of World War II soldiers using the possibility of going to their deaths as a means to seduce females, American and foreign! It makes much more sense now because we embrace our sessions as possibly the last we will ever have. It doesn't necessarily make it greater, but there is an intensity fed by the urgency.Dad's progress didn't look good - he was still weak as hell after three months - we didn't know if he would ever again plumb anyone's depths. But that didn't keep us. It's my first time... !"Her eyes flickered from my face to my crotch, then back to my face, and suddenly she was kissing me. I responded as best I could from my bondage. It was surreal, as this lovely, sophisticated lady devoured my mouth, her slender body and smooth belly ground against me as her improbable cock rose, rubbing slimily against mine in the pre-cum that poured from both!Then, another shock: Patricia straddled the chair arms, putting her thighs over my forearms, and settled in my. A few years ago I found myself on a short-term contract in the eastern suburbs. It was a four week assignment. Simply get in, do the job, and get out. The staff at the company were friendly enough however there wasn’t much call for me to engage with them. After a few weeks one young staff member, name Jenny, was always trying to chat me up (or was that just my imagination). She was early 20’s, cute, with a nice figure and particularly full boobs. She would always catch me at the printer. .