He sighed lightly, and reached behind him, finding and caressing her thigh a little. ‘It’s a serial number, which let the scientists know which mo...el I was.’ She stopped massaging for half a second, then continued. A serial number? Why would they give him a serial number? ‘What do you mean? Are… are you a synth?’ She had a sickening feeling. Had she been having sex with a machine? He laughed some, and shook his head, which gave her infinite relief. ‘Not really, no. I guess I’m more of a. She has a ‘thing’ going on with her young secretary, Tanya, while she looks for a new Mr. or Mrs. Right. Her husband, Dave, died of a heart attack a few years prior leaving Laura and her daughters to want for nothing; financially at least. But this has left Laura’s other wants yearning for the strict discipline that she has enjoyed at the hands of her late husband ever since she was a. It would not do for a night club like the Fierzehn to employ unattractive bar staff: the custom would probably shift elsewhere if they did. There was one evening of the week when the night club didn’t require Innocence to work behind the night club, because it was generally felt she’d look and behave rather out of place, and this was the Hard Core Night. It wasn’t known as that because the sex was any harder than any other night. In fact, as far as sex went it was the Singles and Divorced. " Oh, honey," she moaned, licking her tongue across the bloated head of his cock. I'm gonna suck and lick this beauty dry." Good." He smiled at her. "I want you to suck and lick everything I have down there, and I mean everything!"Knowing exactly what the man wanted, the horny redhead wasn't the least bit reluctant to do as he asked. Lowering her face down below his balls, Brenda lifted the backs of his knees up over her shoulders and began licking the sinewy cheeks of his tight ass."Oh, God!".