Nobody noticed anything out of the ordinary, and neither did I.As we went through her bosses office, she mentioned that he was out of town, then led m... into the conference room. The first indication that something unusual was about to happen was when she locked the conference room door behind us. My engineering mind began trying to come up with an explanation for a need to lock the door if all she wanted was help in moving something heavy.My second indication was when she bent over the end of. .. No, not thinking. Computing, calculating, pragmatic designing, but not thinking. The energy densities required to make nanosentience possible were still too high. Even with the fantastic construction materials made possible by molecular technology, a nanosentience would cook itself into a puddle of slag as soon as it was turned on. The crab apple sized CPU of my Mac XVII had to have a steady stream of water running through it to keep it from burning up. A nuisance, though it helped to keep. Rahul and I were in shock. We both stared straight ahead at the TV, seeing nothing, forcing ourselves to avoid catching her eye. I cast furtive sideways glances. Mayank’s mum – Mrs. Kapoor, as I remembered; her son was a couple of years older than us – was an attractive woman with short spiky black hair and a figure that compared favorably with the girl on the screen. Her tight jeans and even more skin-hugging top showed that blatantly. I didn’t know how old she was, but working backwards,. . I was hating it.. I washating the taste of hisdick in my mouth, but I didn't stop. I knew he wouldn't let me.Especially when he put his hand on the back of my head and startedshoving it deep into my throat.He did this for two or three strokes before giving me back control. Iwas getting hot and sweating. It was a workout bobbing my head on hisdick. I finally gave in and said,I can't do this anymore... I'll stroke you off" He paused at first,but then said okay. I started to stroke him.