"Noo, I, what is it, noo." I babbled notwanting to even look at the formsHe, Doug, moved quickly then and in seconds he'd turned me over, until Iwas p...lled across his knees whilst he took my place on the chair."Right bitch, ya asked for this, this'll learn ya, ya'll do as I tell yain future." He glanced over at the man. "Old er while I gets her pantsdown."The man he called uncle got up and grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms upbehind my back whilst pushing my head down so that my head was. It's 5:15. Someone's home. I compose myself and wait patiently. Butit's hard to be patient when I know who's coming and what they're going todo to me in the master bedroom.Given all this, you might have a hard time believing that three days ago,I was a mild-mannered 30-year-old middle manager with student-loan debtand a used Honda Civic. You might also have a hard time believing that Iwas a man. But somehow, someone decided to let me live my fantasy. Everyday. For the rest of my life. And I'm. Sharing memories was similar to receiving an implant. He could get all the data and stuff it into his head. The problem lied in properly understanding and memorising it all. Otherwise, it would just be forgotten again, and like mist in the wind, disappear.From there, Jasmine would always entice James with something else when he fell back into moping, and every time he would fall for it. After about 6 weeks, he was already simultaneously attempting to control drones through the network, memorise. I slowly kiss my way down her neck, while my hand massages her breast. She lets out a gasp as my tongue swirls around her nipple. I don’t stay there long as I make my way down south. I scoot down her legs as my mouth finds her cock. “Oh fuck, Dave!” My tongue twirls around the tip, making her shutter. I hold it in my hand as my lips make out with her balls. My tongue gets in on the action, lathering them in my spit. I suck on the right, before giving the left some love all the while I stroke.