She wore jeans that were just a little too tight. They showed every curve of her body. The legs of the jeans were tucked into the boots that came over... her knees. The heels were high and spiked. She wore a leather vest with nothing under it. It was snapped up to the middle of her chest. Everything was covered, but there was still an air of sexy about everything. She went for a drive looking for somewhere to stop. She thought she’d stop for a drink and see what happened. Her car seemed to have a. This was very dangerous. As a young man, I had huge amounts of cum being produced. Sometimes I would wank my self off multiple times a day, I never appeared to run out. Once I made myself cum 5 times in one afternoon watching porn. I knew I wasn't going to hold on long so kept pulling out only to push back in again, vigorously. The sound was incredible, I am sure you could hear the stretching of the skin. I could sense this was frustrating for her (hey it was what it was and this is a true. This should have quickly euthanized the rodent, but it had no effect and the super rat continued to grow larger and gnaw at the plastic of the cage. When it chewed through the small observation cage I was forced to resort to triggering the emergency biological hazard containment response. The rat, its cage, and everything within the test station was instantly incinerated.When the smoke cleared, there was nothing in the test area except ash and a very small nugget of Artificial Intelligence. "Oh god, Cel. Your ridiculous." I know."And with that, she dragged me out of his party by my arm and took me back home. Now Sasha wasn't just my boss, but also my best friend. And she was so damn sexy. The fact that we were both tattoo artists and both covered in tattoos, fascinated me. Unlike myself, she had supple tits, just enough but not too much, probably a small B cup at the most. She was drunk beyond belief, and I knew I could get away with anything if I wanted to. When we returned home,.