I was quite intrigued when we were told that we would get a full description of memory addressing and index register operations in next weeks classes....I planned to spend part of the weekend reading up on these topics.Friday after class, some of the instructors told the group, particularly the visitors, that there was an IBM Poughkeepsie tradition that we were invited to join in - a "happy hour" at the Treasure Chest just south of IBM on Route 9.Along with a few others from the class, I got a. But I also realized that there was nothing to be ashamed of, because that was why they were there too. They were there either to suck a cock themselves or to get their cock sucked. Either way, they were no more anxious than I was for it to be known that they frequented the place. What happens in the Adult Bookstores stayed in the Adult Bookstores which was a good thing because the preacher’s cock wasn’t the only one that I sucked over the years. My son’s principal for instance. I suppose it. With a few more wiggles, Amy began to push back. Her pussy lips spread wide as the head disappeared, and the thick shaft entered into her hole. She slowly began to take him inside.Amy could feel herself becoming wetter as her huge toy announced its presence in her hole. Amy slid herself forward, feeling the crown again at the opening of her hole. The feeling of the head of this big cock at the entrance of her pussy gave her butterflies. The thought that at any moment, it could fill her pussy. She knew she needed help for her depressive state of mind, a lot of help, but she didn’t want any. When she’d visit her therapist, she’d act as if her problems were diminishing. She was becoming more and more transfixed with Thor and Tanya abusing and humiliating her, her punishment for losing Dan’s baby.“Look at me, I’m sitting here waiting for to be picked up by a couple I met only yesterday, whom I’ve barely spoken with and going with them so we can have a threesome,” she said to no.