Fortunately, even without protection, she didn't get pregnant and there was no health issue.And she didn't allow an encore on their next date. (True t... form, that little bastard stopped calling when the sex was turned off. What did he think - just because she experimented with him, she should become his freshman whore?)When Megan finally ran into the wormy little bastard at school, she warned him that if anything got back to her, she'd make sure everyone knew she stopped fucking him because he. .. That was one of my theoretical projects. I needed a team of scientists to work out the details and accomplish it. And, of course, to take the credit. I can’t let anyone know about me.“There is a device called a replicator. You’ve probably heard of one; there’s been one in every sci fi movie. In their version, you push a button and something nifty pops out – like a microwave. We’re on version 3 of our replicator now. The trick is to make it work on bigger quantities, and of course to make it. "You want it that badly, baby?" a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Does my little fucktoy need to cum now?" Yessss! Pleeeasssee Daddy?!"He stepped back a pace and pulled his arm back, ready with the belt for one last strike."Very well, good girl, you may cum now."He swung the belt in an upwards movement, swiftly. The noise of the leather making contact with her wet pussy reverberated around the room, he had struck it perfectly, landing it across her clit and dripping lips.She screamed. Loudly.. My perky tits bounced while I strutted back to the pole. I hadn’t even really begun and money was being thrown at the stage like crazy. When I got to the pole, I grabbed it with both hands and pulled myself off of the ground. I climbed almost to the top of it and slid slowly down. When I got about half way, I began to jerk my hips against the pole to simulate me fucking the pole.When my feet touched the ground again. I got off of the pole, and bent over with my ass to the audience. I.