She was wearing a formal black skirt with black stocking and high hills. A black and white button up top. She looked like a classy business woman. She...walked in and I closed the door behind her and locked it and then we greeted each other with a kiss. Our mouths opened and our tounges exchanging saliva and massaged each other. I pinned her against the wall and as we kissed and my right hand moved under her skirt to find out my bestie was being a cute slut by wearing crotchless stockings and no. As I bottomed out, I held him in my mouth for 10 to 15 seconds at a time. I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins of his cock as I held it deep inside me. I could have told you his pulse rate. As I held it there for those long periods, he would flex his cock once or twice each time, holding the flex. Wow! As he flexed, I could feel it grow slightly bigger and longer all around as that flexing motion pumped even more blood, temporarily, into his shaft. As I continued to service him in. "He pulled out a tiny computer, "This machine isn't powerful enough to letme tell these machines to do anything, however, I do have a few macros I'dlike to run to keep you a bit more obedient than I worry you currently areand this machine is perfectly capable of following those. I'll also betesting a great deal of the power of my nano machines at the same time."The man pushed a button on the device and I felt a rush through my body.My arms and legs were swimming with a crazy sensation, then my. Her sex with Mark is nothing short of hours, up to three, while her ‘quickies’ if you can call them that, are an hour or more. Our sex on the other hand is the exact opposite. 15 to 20 minutes, very routine and at times, unresponsive. “Yes you satisfy me…,” She reiterated, elaborating nothing further and giving a subliminal hint hoping the topic would vanish in the evening breeze. It bothers me that she can’t be honest with me. It won’t hurt my feelings, which I’m sure is the reason why.