"I just wonder about the motives of thecompany in general," I said.Andrea nodded and smiled. "I think most people are concerned about that.The 'evil f...celess corporation' stereotype is strong. But despite thefact that most of our products are some sort of weapon, TMF really don'twant to hurt innocent people. We are a business first and foremost, andprofit is a main driving force but, innovation and the advancement of thehuman race is a very close second."Of course I knew she could easily be. She reached up and put her arms around my neck, weakly pulling me down toward her tits. I set to work sucking and nibbling at the tender buds of flesh. I could taste the salty remains of the ejaculate I had wiped away, but I didn’t let that stop me. I think I wanted her to cum again as much as she wanted to, maybe more. ‘Yes…Ohh….Yes…..Harder,’ she egged me on. My cock was rocking in and out of her at a substantial pace and I was concentrating hard on her now visibly swollen, red nipples. There. It was smooth and felt soft by her touch."Look at me, girl" she said gently. Consuelo still kept her eyes lowered. Ana knew it would take a lot of retraining to correct this. So she gently urged the girl again "It's all right for you to look at me. Come, I want to see those pretty eyes of yours. I'm sure they match the beauty of the rest of you. Now don't be silly, look at this old woman."Consuelo's eyes popped up, her mouth skewed up in complaint. "But Señora, you are not old. You are. "It was just handy, Heather. Sorry. I'll give you two choices. You can go home now and I'll clean off the traces of sex from your desk, or you can just join in the fun and games. I know that you miss Chet, but celibacy won't bring him back, and wasn't it his last wish that you find yourself a sponsor? Besides, you know as well as I do, that when he was manic he was no saint ... hell, I fucked him a few times myself. You must have suspected it. Sorry, but in his manic state, the man was pure,.