And there would be no hung jury, for the prosecutor was impatient."Bend over," he spat viciously at Carrie.When she stood there, not moving, not speak...ing, her eyes wide, not understanding, the hand holding his cock unclasped, rose swiftly and smacked back handed across her cheek. "Bend over, bitch!" he repeated, his tone cold.She did.And Mimi gasped, raising her hand to her mouth.With the speed of a striking cobra, Ed's other hand jabbed out and up, his aim perfect as he rammed the plastic cock. We don’t feel emotions. We see right through ordinary humans, the weakest beings in the universe, and the slightly stronger psychopaths, who are also vulnerable to our powers. We talk the talk. We walk the walk. And we’re always looking out for number one. Psychopaths and ordinary humans sometimes commit suicide. You will never catch a sociopath committing suicide. We’re incapable of that. Our sense of self-preservation is akin to that of a snake. Ever heard of a suicidal snake? I didn’t think. I wanted to ignore him. But the way I was dressed and the situation I was in, I cooperated with him in the lift for a selfie. He came close to me, held my waist and took 3 photos, and thanked me.He tried to kiss me, but I stopped him, and thankfully the lift reached the ground floor. I immediately came out of the lift and reached for my cab. When I was sitting inside, I turned and saw back that Moin discussed something with the security guards. I ignored and sat inside the cab.The cabbie, too,. Soon I was pumping it in and out of my pussy with such furry, the entire time wishing it was James that was inside of me. My orgasm washed over me, I sat there only partly satisfied, I wanted James and I knew that was going to be the only way I would be totally satisfied.After my little play session, I called James and asked if he had time to come over to my house for dinner. He said that he would be there. I went to work on dinner, and my plan as soon as I hung up with him. Dinner was going to.