??????????? ?The lastcouple of days.?? I stammered. ??????????? ?Well thenyou are a slut, I came down here this morning to see your cock hard as a roc...somehow slipped out of my bondage.? Youmust really be liking my treatment of you.? ??????????? ?Where haveyou learned this stuff??? I asked.? ?Please stop grinding my cock is on fire.? ??????????? ?I don?tcare your cock is mine now.? Oh I havelearned a lot in the last few days too.?Your computer has a lot of web pages bookmarked, and the. Everyone calls me Josie," I said. "Howlong," she began, "have you been with The Program?"I must have winced. She must have seen it."Why the reaction?" she asked, and under any other circumstances, Imight have simply blown things off and changed the subject. The truthwas that at that moment, I was resentful as hell at having to seeanother shrink as the solution to a problem that had absolutely nothingto do with my mental health. So I vented."I hate that name," I said, "'The Program.' All clean. 22 mag sniper rifle with the 20x scope and the .30 caliber Koren war carbine. My .30 caliber carbine was supposed to have been used by an officer at the Inchon landing. I could never prove it, but it made for a good story.I paced the floor and eyed the new Mossberg 12 gauge pump gun. If Martin didn't come back soon, I would take it and go looking for him. That should be interesting moving through the woods in the dark with a loaded shotgun. I hoped it wouldn't come to that. We were just as. Even the smallest moan or sound from you, was magnified, like an amplifier, wired straight into the recesses of my brain. I grabbed the inside collar of your shirt and pulled. The buttons busted free, flying yards away. I did not stop there, I continued shredding it and tossing it aside. You were scared at first, not recognizing me but something inside you enjoyed this. Your sex was dripping and not all from sweat. It was sending powerful, electric signals back to your brain. I reached, deep.