If there was anything left in her, she would've heaved again.'I murdered Henry Larson, owner of the synthetic Simons, as per our contract, dear.'"Yeah..., I can see that. What did you do to me?"'Tch, ' said the AI. 'No lasting damage.'"Matt..."'Fine, fine, if you insist on explanation.' Sounded like a sullen teen, rolling his eyes. 'I simply examined the synthetic control software. Owners have the option of controlling their charges, much like a puppeteer. I... modified it a bit. AI's are much. .this makes her more excited ..her legs were trembling with pleasure..she was crushing the bed sheets with great force due to pleasure..she was going to climax.. I was relaxed a lot but still i wanted something more..i kissed her lips very passionately and caressing her whole body….she was like some free bird and rushed her hand immediately to my cock.. I moaned with pleasure.. My penis was fully erect by now.. I was pressing her boobs and she was making sexy noises..this made me crazy and. The secretary looked at the ball and grinned even more widely and quickly picked up her phone to call Jason out of class. Ashleigh turned back to the girl's machine and had a sudden thought–it was entirely possible that today's sponsor was a lesbian. She heard there was one, but in the five months since she turned eighteen she hadn't been picked on any of those days. Instead five different older men, some of whom she knew had fucked her in the headmaster's office.Of course she wasn't being held. 100 people exactly had signed the guest book, notentirely shabby as all his 6 brothers and sisters were deceased. I wept as I threw a solitary rose on his coffin, watching the gentle winds of May scatter the petals into the void. As is often true in these cases, the first few weeks after my father’s death were bearable, since I was in a complete state of shock. Then, when reality set in, I found that I would spontaneously cry while driving or when a flower bloomed in my garden I knew he loved..