She was sensing a theme here, all the broken things in her life meeting in one place. He prowled, looking for possible escape routes that couldn’t e...xist in this tiny square of a room. Checked the bathroom next, looking for windows. “Don’t trust me, Marshall?” “Would you?” “No. But then, I wouldn’t choose to be me either,” she shrugged. “There are towels in there. Don’t try to hang yourself.” She rolled her eyes./o0o\ The bathroom smelled of booze and a full can of lemon-scented Lysol spray.. Another part of me wondered if I’d messed up Ji-Yun with my commands. I accidentally made her a lesbian or bi the day before, but it also seemed like I’d opened her up to be more honest about these ... incestuous fantasies she had. Not that I judged since I had so many incestuous fantasies about my mother. Fantasies I could indulge in now. But Ji-Yun was ... fixated on me eating my brother’s jizz.I didn’t want to think about that implication. My brother didn’t give my friend any commands while. .. and we came up with a prototype, sir. After that, it was easy to have a few made. We didn't wish to intrude on your busy schedule, sir ... seeing as how you've got the world to deal with ... so Michael agreed, and..."Jon'a-ren fought down the temptation to laugh aloud. He gazed at the old Russian, watching him squirm uncomfortably for a few moments longer."I see," Jon'a-ren finally spoke. "Pietor, were you apprised of this ad-hoc weapons development program? Officially, I mean?" Oh," Pietor. The fingers of one hand traced idly over the soft fleshof my breasts and pinched at the stiff ache of my nipples while Ilooked fruitlessly through this world's pornography.The throbbing ache between my legs - the hungry horny heat I'd beenfeeding all night- intensified with each new picture, each new video.The porn itself was hot, sure, but the knowledge that I wasresponsible for it was all the hotter. It was an inferno threateningto consume me the moment I let it. I don't even know how many.