But don't worry, there will be other times when I will get you sweets. Now, Chloe, I got some clothes for you on the way home. I want you to try them ...n to see if they fit." Clothes?" The things I'm wearing. The three of you wash your faces and we'll move back to the couch."Momo moved over to me. "Can Master… wash Momo's face?" I'm pretty sure you can do it yourself." Not like this." She then leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue slipping past my lips and running along my gums, searching for. I tried an experiment and backed off a few feet before I fired one bullet into its chest. Dammit, I found that I had to have about 15 feet for the bullet to travel before it would explode. That was simply unacceptable. If the bullet had to travel more than five feet, I could be killed if I had to fight inside one of the small office cubicles.Further thought told me why the bullet was currently set to travel 15 feet before it exploded. That would put it far enough away so that I would not be. ” She said, rubbing my now forming hard-on.“Yeah, but…”“If you don’t go through, I’ll yell rape.”“Go ahead. You don’t have the guts.” I said. Bad decision on my part.Amanda went to the break room entrance and proceeded to yell when I ran to stop her.“Guess I was wrong on that one.”“Now, where was I?” she said, as she was rubbing my hard-on through my pants. “If you don’t want me to call rape, I need you to do two things.”“What are they?” I asked, in a struggling tone as I tried not to explode. A machine with no conscience, no drawbacks. A machine made to follow orders, but mainly kill. Upon the dismissal of the USSR, I was left a man with no knowledge to do anything else other than kill. I lived in the slums of Moscow for not long, since the Mafia noticed me. I had stolen and killed their men in so many ways, that they eventually stopped seeing me as an enemy, but more as an opportunity. So they invited me to work for them. I was homeless, with no food and an opportunity to receive.