The app on my phone apparently listens to my responses because as soon as I had peaked, it cut things back to a mild purr. Then it went into its regul...ar programming, ramping one or the other vibrator up and taking it back down at irregular intervals. Sometimes they would come into sync and both be off at the same time or both be on full at the same time. The sensations seemed to move around in my body–or at least around in my pelvis. That combined with the way I was tied kept me pretty. I screamed my frustration and kicked it again. It was about 4 am, I was alone, working. I hadn’t slept in days. The project was behind, and I was working flat out.You need sleep. Anything more you do will only cause further delays. Go sleep John.I know this one won’t work either. But I’ve got to waste time building it so the crew can get the next one right. But there’s a deadline.My heart lurched at the word ‘deadline.’Sleep John. You will be on time. We know it’s painful. We’ve felt this pain. Still, an almost sixty percent discount seemed a little steep to me. Then again, I trusted Mr. Mendoza.Mr. Mendoza led me down the dusty street further into town to a small store, and introduced me to the owner, Mrs. Amador, a middle-aged lady with gray just beginning to show in her hair. He showed her the gold bar and asked her to weigh it for him. When weighed, it came out to five ounces on the nose. She was really curious by then and asked where I got it.I gave Mr. Mendoza a quick glance and. No, he needed to figure out how to keep most, if not all, of his gains intact, even once they were not alone. Still he had a two weeks to figure that out, so for the moment...“Good girl! Come! Sit” he said, calling her over like a pet, patting the front of the couch, between his legs. As she moved into position, placing her head on his knee, he stroked her hair for a moment, before ordering. ‘Now, my little doggie slut, I want you to undo my pants, and fill your mouth with my cum, I need.