What do I have that they will not have for decades, besides grey hair and a pension?” “Memory.” “Ah, a trait in short supply when I was a youn... operative.” “That is the tragedy of our country and our service. The men with memory were killed. Your generation had no, what is the word in English?” “Mentors.” “Yes. The men who would have been your mentors were slaughtered like sheep in ’37, ’38.” “They were killed because of their memory. Stalin wanted no memories except of himself, in his glory.’. I dont want the kids to see their daddy being led off in handcuffs. Diane started to cry harder again, I guess from visualizing the scene neither of us wanted the kids to see. What are you going to do, I mean, when you get out? What the fuck do you think Im going to do? I could hear myself swearing, something I never did in the house but I just couldnt help it. God, I was just so damn angry! Im going file for a fuckn divorce. Just then I heard the pitter-patter of little feet and knew both. I would recommend adding a bit more to her bottom for balance, but not much, maybe an inch around. AI, please show an added inch around her hips and enhanced mammary support to the right hologram."That's what these were, holograms! Well, they were pretty clear, very good, very easy to see what you wanted. And, with that change the one on the right looked even better than before."Um, Diana was developing a pooch right here..." I patted my lower belly " ... and that was causing some trouble. Can. Spurred by my monstrous thirst, I lift her legs higher, forcing her little crotch to raise to my face. And I shove my mouth in, lapping and sucking at the wonderful nectar. She starts spasming, face starting to turn a bit blue from the rope hanging her. I lower her again and thrust my pulsing member inside once more, relishing the feeling of slick blood lubricating her for me. A demonic growl escapes me as I give in to exactly what my body desires, pumping with a ferocity that Taylor surely.