"Well no, but I thought" "You thought, you thought WHAT?" she barked again."You thought you'd sit in MY living room naked and jerk off on My sofa, rig...t?" She asked with even more sarcasm.I didn't know what to say to that. I mean...Yeah that's exactly what I thought but I figured this was no time to be a smartass."I don't think you 'thought' at all", She went on."Suppose I had walked into this living room with a friend or god forbid someone I worked with?"She stood silent waiting for an answer. Just in time to be tackled by the older Simon and slammed against the wall.He frantically grasped for the weapon, his master's command overcoming the weakness of his body. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he repeated, over and over, face an inch from hers.But he didn't capture the gun - his clone did. Seven peeled her fingers from the barrel as his genetic twin pushed her wrist into the wall, then tugged it free."No!" said Renee, knowing it was useless, knowing a synthetic can't fight a direct. “Michelle? She’s really not that good, dude,” J.J. states, remembering a less than perfect blow job that the blonde teen had given him several months ago. “Dude, she’s getting better! She’s been getting a lot of practice!” Aaron replies enthusiastically as he taps out a text to the young slut and then hits send. “She’s been sucking every dick that she can get!” “Well, I guess so…” J.J. agrees reluctantly. Aaron’s phone pings and he reads the answering text from Michelle. “Dude, she says come on. She reached between my legs and gave my scrotum a punishing squeeze,making me yell even louder. My penis, confused by the positive andnegative stimulation to my body, tried to get hard, but it was in itschastity and could only attempt futilely what it was meant to do. MyMistress kept busy moving her hands around, teasing and hurting, at thesame time whispering in my ears to raise my level of excitation,stroking my smooth skin, telling me how absolutely I was under hercontrol, subject to the.