It felt so hot to the touch, as it began to grow harder, longer and thicker. She began to stroke it moving it slowly up and down as the veins filled w...ith blood causing it to throb and pulsate against the soft warmness of her palm. She enjoyed touching and stroking it, feeling how smooth, hard and hot it could be all at the same time. It was of average length but very thick. She enjoyed the smooth silkiness of the head as she ran her fingers over it. Straddling him she placed a nipple on his. "What's that, Roger?"Cunningham leaned back and interlaced his fingers behind his head. "Seems you have a record, George. It's sealed but I have contacts. Care to tell me about it?"For the first time, George noticed a buff-colored folder with "Portland District Attorney's Office" emblazoned on it. He figured this day was coming eventually, though, so he wasn't overly worried."Well, Roger, it was like this," he said, and told Cunningham about his early life. He told about his rootless and. The whole device looked like some sort of sci-fi torture apparatus, but it was the software on the laptop that gave the Master it torturous - and delectible - quality. Named MasterOS, it was the product of months of continuous coding, tweaking, debugging, and mostly calibration. The calibration process has eaten a majority of the programming effort, and after many, many long nights of trial and error it was perfect. MasterOS could monitor all of the Master's sensors and perfectly detect the. I was wearing a swim wrap (the kind that resembles a towel with Velcro). I was going to get a bottle from the fridge while she pulled back the cover of the spa and adjusted the temperature. I had just poured 2 glasses of champagne and placed it on a tray with the bottle in a bucket. I heard the doorbell and hollered to Peg that I was answering the door. I walked to the door and peered through the peep hole and saw our k**s babysitter, Scott standing at our door in his sailor suit. I didn’t know.