" I think the case is most clear, Mr. Williamson. You have turned my highly efficient and well-run station into a shambles. Improvements in on-air per...sonnel have been negated by your own selfish motives. I don't care if you fuck everything that moves around here, as long as it doesn't hurt the station." Mr. Powers, let me explain." I know the explanation, Mr. Williamson. And I'm not interested in any lies. You're fired."For a second, Williamson stood and stared, then he spun around and stalked. .." began Stan."Yes?" We were bored," Stan confessed. "I wanted to set up my telescope."The pad in front of Samantha was showing some interesting scores – not complete CAP scores, for the children were too young for that, but the intelligence components. Stan was brighter than average for his age, and Brad wasn't far behind. It didn't take much imagination to see either one having a plus-6.5 CAP score when he turned 14, if his education was properly directed."And you were going to use this?". I was so fortunate to have three women in my life who had that skill and were willing to use it.Of course, my dick responded to this simulation as he always had, by growing hard. Mother raised up to say, “Now you can fuck me longer and harder. Do it till I scream for you to stop!” It was a command with the emphasis on the “Do it.” So, I did it. Very soon I was lost in the pleasure. The pleasure, as always, superseded all thought. As always, I was lost in the ecstasy that always consumes me. Then she started plunging the vibrator deep within herself, trying to keep quiet, and not give away to the people behind her what was going on. She eventually came in a torrent; beautiful to watch, but leaving me frustrated that I couldn't wank at the sight. If a pub was really quiet, normally midweek, I even managed to coax her to walk to the loo naked, carrying her dress over her arm, then wear it back to our table, unless really quiet, then no need to wear it even.This behaviour eventually.