I would call her so many times until she would pick up just so she wouldn't have to hear my recorded voice anymore. From that moment on, I called her ...very few minutes, leaving weird messages after every single beep. She will get tired of this soon enough. I just knew it. Besides, I had nothing better to do so might as well use my time productively. After a while even I was starting to go a little crazy...imagine that. My messages became stalker like, and I snickered at the thought. She already. I tightened rhythmically that way to keep as much of his spunk inside of me as possible. It was a wasted effort. I was so full of his generous gift that I soon enough felt the excess running down my buttocks again. He kissed me slowly, his lips coming to mine and slowly glancing across so that I opened, begging him to tongue within. When he enjoyed me there, his tongue tangling with mine, I shuddered against his taut body. He felt massive, solid, utterly masculine. 'I adore you.' I whispered. “Umm you realize we all have these watchs that let us read the chips installed into you guys? “Huh?” I said. “OH WOW, She doesn’t even know, haha” said one guy. Kandi cut the men off with a glare and then said “Nikki, in your collar there is a chip that monitors you heart rate and emotions, on top of that every room in the house is bugged with cameras and mics, We have a crew who tallies up what each slut has done in a day” She said smiling “Blow jobs, amount of people you fucked, the stuff. She got a bit comfortable with me. We started discussing about the project works and I gave her some good ideas for her project. I was staring at the middle-aged uncle as if I was asking him “you want to see what I can do?”. We exchanged email addresses and this time he got even more frustrated. He told her not to exchange personal details with strangers.By this time, even he cracked her ego. She started feeling annoyed about the bossy nature of this middle-aged man. She told me that her name.