She definitely didn’t need her father to see her phone buzz with any illicit messages. Right on time, it came. “It is time for your punishment. Ge... your headphones on, strip naked, get the sharpie, get your computer, and put on the heart rate monitor. You’re going to be pleasuring yourself tonight.”She frowned. Certainly her nipples had been a tad sore, but touching herself hardly seemed like punishment. She typed back, “ok” and set about closing the blinds, tossing the robe off by her closet. "Minutes later he saw the telltale movement that confirmed the brain defragmenter program had been uploaded successfully and he knew he would be able to put the Professor under the next day and give him some instructions.He managed to fill his quota of six within the first two days and could have kicked himself for not bringing more of the consoles. There was no doubt that he could have distributed twice or three-times that number easily."Still," he thought, "there will be other conferences in. He stretches his jaw just around my right shoulder and my nose is pushed into his throat. The pressure around the top of my head is giving me a really bad headache. It's also very hot in the snake's throat. I always thought snakes were supposed to be cold. Why else would they be called "cold-blooded"?The snake presses forward again, rotating to the left this time. My right tit is in it's mouth. My upper lip is in it's throat. I have to keep my mouth open to breathe the thick humid air. . Every one of the doors on the main street had the same sign, the Mars symbol in a red circle with a red diagonal line through it. One of them even used a graffiti style sign with the arrow pointing down as its logo. 'The Broken Arrow' it said over the door. He glanced through the window as he passed. Male waiters, of course, made their way between the tables, dressed in short skirt like garments barely covering their genitals and strappy sandals. They were naked from the waist up. James knew.