When he'd finished, and was ready for bed, it was almost an hour later. Since she hadn't showed up yet, he decided to look for Mandy to ask what tim...e they usually got up. Forgetting her warning about "wandering around", he headed out to explore. At a door half way down the hall, he stopped, hearing soft moans from within. Not really wanting to peep, he did anyway, peeking past the half-open door. It was obvious where the noise was coming from, but it took him a few moments to figure. If you want to treat us like furniture or wallpaper that's fine with me; I don't care. I say again; our only job is to protect you. Shielding you from kidnappers, muggers, rapists and annoying holo-com salespeople; yes that's our job. Running interference for equally annoying fans —well maybe; you'll have to tell us when it's too annoying. I'll be the first to admit I don't know much about the music business but I do know it probably involves some minimal contact with your fans. You let me know. I was the editor of this ‘underground'(meaning we said ‘fuck’ in print) humor/satire rag called Rat Sass. It also probably didn’t hurt that they trusted me enough not to rat them out, or ‘eat the cheese’, as we termed it, if I got popped. And I wouldn’t have either. I guess it was sort an ‘honor among thieves’ sort of thing, although we weren’t thieves in any sense of the word. We were simply ‘wholesalers of illicit commodities’. Granted, it doesn’t look that hot on a resume, but it sounds much. I learned some new stuff, and I need to try it all out.” He huffed and puffed. I could only imagine him thinking about those new, and likely terrible things he wanted to try with me.“I’m going to hand up.” I misspoke.“I want your hand, Mommy. I want your hand up and down, over and over. Hand me, Mommy. Gimme your hand real good! Oooohhhh.” He blew all of his breath into the mouthpiece, from the fastest orgasm I’d witnessed from him. “It came out again, Mom. I wish it had come on you. Come home.