Whether out of sexual arousal the resultof watching "Monica's" intense carnality or out of the sadisticpleasure of witnessing his former boss so thoro...ghly humbled -neither of which Byrd would confirm."Wired huh?" he grunted. "Chipped in the pleasure centers of thebrain. Yes, Lisa, I do pay attention to what you tell me. Sometimes,"he snidely replied. "So, she'll cum on command. So what?" And be both excited by it and disgusted by it. Both of which serveto break her, mentally, far more. "Did you have a fight with him?"He shrugged. "It was no more a 'fight' than what happened in that small town back on Earth," he said. "Merely an exertion of will, and mine, as then, proved more potent than his." As she continued to look at him, he made a face. "It is really rather an ugly story," he said. He proceeded to tell her exactly what had transpired.By the time he'd finished she was shaking her head in perplexity. "Unbelievable," she said. "His job is to protect us, and instead of doing. I don't know why, maybe I needed to feel the kink of a different position... at some time I squatted. Maybe I was fantasizing being riding some huge cock or something. Then I discovered that that position made my open asshole even more loose and relaxed... my four fingers and palm went in quite more easily. Delighted by that discovery, I first looked above me, and then closed my eyes and smiled, while my increasing arousal was making me panting more and more. As my excitation increased, I was. But that is what they all say, right? I think of myself as a nice guy, but the list of those who would disagree gets longer every day. Every time I indulge the darkness within me, I end up with someone who despises me. It all started after my divorce. I was hurt by my ex-wife’s betrayal and I couldn’t think straight. At least that is what I tell myself so my conscience doesn’t eat me alive. Of course, that assumes I have a conscience. Based on what I’ve done time and time again I am not.