Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp. Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your ton...ue all over me. Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat! Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear. Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really. Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off. ..that's all you'll get from me, Bitch." She sighs and back hands you. As you make a move toward her she draws a gun and points it at you. You smash it away and she steps back pointing it at your head. "You ain't got the balls, Lady."She points the gun at Crim and shoots him in the leg. "Agh!" You fuckin' cunt!" She points it at his head and you take a step back."I see...you don't care about your life but you value the lives of your men. Oh, I'm sorry, MAN." An anger unlike any you've. They kissed and tongued each other in that kitchen, they were wet and sloppy and by now naked. She felt his hands slide up and down her now throbbing and wet pussy, his fingers slightly penetrating her trembling labia that gushed her juices on his fingers like a broken levee. She knew her daddy was hungry to worship her and she obliged him by guiding his head into her sweet pussy. But this time, he wanted her pussy in another way. He picked her up upside down and pinned her ass to the top of. And what do you think I said?"Break Girl searched for the context clues. "... Yes?" Yes, good. That's exactly what I said. But do you think that is what I meant?"The young woman still barely knew where or who she was, so she thought the endless barrage of questions was mean-spirited. She tried to think it through, all the same. "... Yes? You had no lab or robots, after all-" Buahahaha! Of course not!" Wily cackled, as though he hadn't been telling her to be quiet only a moment earlier. "Yes, I.