Colonel Letard looked up to see this beautiful young creature open the cab door and spring out of it. This young girl had curly blond hair that bounce... as she walked. She had dark brown working boots that laced up to just below her knees. She had a sleeveless checkered work shirt that buttoned down the front and was tucked into her faded cut off denim levis. The jeans were so short that the pockets had been cut and shortened so they would not stick out at the bottoms of her shorts. The bottoms. Occasionally the movement would cause his cock to flick out of her mouth but she quickly recaptured it to work even harder on his pleasure. I could see that not even the crop was going to hold back an orgasm so I withdrew her from him. He tried to surge forward in frustration the bondage ropes shaking and straining. I waited for calm and then after bidding her to kiss the crop I gave her about twenty strokes which she counted out. Her little cries seemed to make Martin’s hardness increase if. . I know, I know: Why didn’t the AIs do the job themselves? The original races of the Confederacy had seen the ‘artificial intelligence runs amok’ scenario both in fiction and reality, and certain activities were absolutely forbidden by the AIs basic imperatives — imperatives fine-tuned and reviewed regularly for a hundred thousand years. Helping us was as close as they’d ever gotten, and it invoked numerous emergency overrides — but civilization as a whole was at stake... As far as the rest of. .. I don't need to have my luggage going to someplace that I'm not!) and walked up the sidewalk, admiring the flowers lining each side until I got to her front door. A quick ring of her doorbell brought an almost instant response from the lady of the house."Hi Tony, come in please!" she said, with a blushing smile on her face. The woman that met me at the door was a very beautiful woman about thirty-five years old I estimated with straight dark brown hair to about the middle of her back, warm.