Rushing toward him, lunging forward, she wraps her arms around him. Lifting her into the air they laugh together. Hopping up she wraps her legs around...his waist. His cock runs right along the crack of her tight little ass. He shutters in excitement as she rubs her palm along the bottom of his rigid shaft. The beautiful tan skinned Sandy watches as he carries her to the, ocean. Huh, I’m starting to feel like a foster mother—I have my daughter Savanna, my niece Krystal, and my nephew. She did not reply, as such, but at intervals she emitted her slight grunt — "huh" — and I took this for consent.Halfway home she showed her first sign of recovery, suddenly announcing quietly but clearly, "Oh... my... god." Welcome back," I replied. "How are you feeling?" Oh, wow! Jeez-us fucking Christ!" was the best she could manage. I left it at that for a while.As we entered my home suburb she seemed to come out of it a bit. "Oh, Mr Walker," she began.This odd formality made me smile.. Perfect. At the centre of it all was a machine I was to create. Closer to a computer controller, I suppose. The theory was that I would have my body modified in such a way that I would seem largely similar to an outside observer, but my electronic creation would be able to remotely monitor every relevant part of my anatomy and behaviour, and more importantly have complete control over me if it wished. I had finished planning, and had created all of the pieces I would need using my own. Instead, he blamed Matt, and like a little brat, he pulled his cock out of Matt’s mouth and slapped him hard across the face.“You fucking idiot! Pretending like that’s the best you can suck cock? Bullshit, you little punk! Trashy street whore like your brother, pretending you’re all rich and fancy now. I’ll ruin you if you don’t give me your best, you fuckhole!” Edgar slapped him hard again, and pulled on his boxers.He roughly tied Matt’s feet and other hand to the bed posts again, and stormed.