He rose slowly, and the he took the initiative, kissing me passionatley. I dropped the cane on the floor. I was about to tell him to release my cock from my trousers, but he had read my mind and got there first. I took him gently at first. But after it was all over, I wasn’...
Into the following silence spoke a voice. A familiar voice. "All these problems are not going to just take care of themselves. Are they, Marguerite." She caught her breath in shock. How on earth could CHEMERA generate this, her mother's voice, simply by watching her expressions? How?