I gave her an apologetic grin and signed, as I handed her the receipt I looked to the front of the store where she had stood. This can't be real, I am...sure that the groan escaped my mouth as I tried to get my print and get out of the store. I knew when I did get out of the store she would be nowhere to be seen, and I was right. Well it would be a fun game to pursue while I finished my shopping, so I would play along.I shopped for another hour and didn't see her again, I figured the game was up. Without warning he lunged into her, Chris yelped and arched her back, I stiffened, frightened that she had been hurt but my cock was twitching with the excitement of seeing that huge black dick ram into her pussy. As she relaxed she let out a long sigh, he withdrew completely then repeated the process, up and down, up and down then thrust. Again Chris yelped, this time hed gone in a little deeper. All the way she moaned. He continued to push and she groaned as she opened for him, his huge thick. I want her to have the neural inhibitor. As an accomplice, she deserves to be processed, but I do not want her to suffer. Miss Therriault is the only one who deserves the pain I intend to inflict." "Well, the board of directors did say you were in charge, so I will do as you wish." He got a needle from a tray in the corner and injected it into Mrs. Henderson's neck. "Do you want yours as well?" "Actually, yes. I do not want any accidents to cause me to lose focus. Us is something else.”“OK.” I frowned. “Hard, or just behind?”“Behind.” She scratched her head. “I’m not like Max. I can’t cut a couple hours out of every day for this shit.”“Then don’t be like Max.” I shrugged. “Be like Sam.”“How’s that supposed to help?” she worried. I smirked. That had been the advice my dad had given me when I was in college. I was angry about being compared to my brother at the time. That advice? Didn’t help with school. I hadn’t got it then; I hadn’t got it until now.“If.