"Fuck baby! Get off! Let me cum on you!"Hearing his demanding screams brought me back down to the real world. I gasped for air, desperately trying to ...get oxygen back to my brain so that I could push him over the same edge that I had just fallen over head first. I pulled off of him, whimpering quietly at the loss of his member within me. I suddenly felt so open, so stretched, and so empty. I needed him desperately, feeling the air hit my pussy, and not his warm skin caused me to almost cry. A. " he laughed. "You should probably get to making some phone calls. That phone has been ringing off the hook. Needless to say, you have a lot of people who care about you Sophie." Thanks," I smiled at him as he left.I realized that I had to get up to go to my desk.I managed to get the address book, and back into bed without falling. It was a miracle. Then I realized my purse with my cell phone in it was on the bedside table. I groaned, and grabbed it. I found the numbers I was looking for.I. ”“Oh.”“I said half past to quarter to, I expect,” claimed Mohammad. Mia was taller than him in those boots; almost as tall as that American collection of sticks she seemed to like. Though he himself would still be stronger, of course.“I’ve got the text...” Mia challenged with a smirk, patting her jacket pocket.“Well I meant to say that at least. Anyway I got his name: Claude Simon.”“Okay, what’s the next step?” Mia shifted her eyes to Grace.“Well we could google him, to find out more?” Grace. .."For the next 40 minutes, the program continued. The images morphingseemlessly between Mark and Danielle until there was no difference.Pure lust. Pure love. Jennifer was bombarded by pure carnal sexualfantasy. And she was programmed to not let it go...."So, are you ready to start?" Heather asked."What do you mean?" Mark replied.Heather nodded toward the screen and the image of the gorgeous Danielle.Mark's breath skipped a beat. "I don't think Jennifer's ready forthat." Mark," Heather.