From her wallet she learned her name, but she has no memories of us at all," Linda told."That explains so much," Clive commented. "That is why she did...not recognize you in your mysterious encounter in Central Park that you refuse to talk about." Yes, that is why. You know I could really tell you what happened if you are ready to the ugly truth," Linda teased."Of course I want to know," Clive begged. "Please tell me."Linda hesitated about it for a while. The truth was shameful, but on the other. Do you think that would be a problem?" It will not be a problem if you are willing to pay the fees for a guild membership. As long as the work is done by a Guild member, the details do not need to be made public. This is commonly done." Maq said, glancing at the plans. "These are very nicely done drawings. These plans will be easy to work with." Thank you. I left several areas, here and here" Constantine pointed two two areas on sheet that he had rolled out on to the table. "as unfinished, and. No tunes to jam by or any music for the ride.Sixty gigs of memory, you had a lot of stuff.You traveled the world with me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber. You prolong our pleasure by stopping or pulling out occasionally, before quickly going back to business. You lean forward, your fingers running up and down my hot flesh.. you grab the my thick thighs and grasp to the point of pain.. please don’t stop this time baby.. you don’t.. you keep going and your moans and rock hard cock throw me other the edge again. I cum squirting and you quickly pull out and cum hard with a shout. You shoot your thick load on my hips, butt and thighs, it feels so.