“You’re awake Sketch, don’t close your eyes, you’re not gonna want to miss a second of this, Boyfriend.” Cameron leaned down and kissed me, ...then began to gyrate on me. Slowly, lovingly, she rose and fell on my shaft, her walls clutching to me, holding me tightly inside her. She was right. I didn’t want to miss a second. I didn’t close my eyes even to blink. I held on tightly to Cameron’s hips as I stared into her eyes, then let my eyes rove her body as she rode me gently. Cameron’s face became. "We'd better get this water shut off," the teacher said calmly, surprising himself and ignoring his recalcitrant leg and turbulent guts. He took a few steps toward the boy, dragging his foot, watching the gun, surprised it was so big. Three-fifty-seven said his brain, magnum was the word for it. Where did that come from, magnum? Odd word. Champagne? "Somebody might slip. Bell's going to ring."The boy put the muzzle of the pistol in his mouth and backed up to lean against the tiled wall, eyes. "Looking for something?" Mindy asked. "Yeah, I'm looking for part number fourteen." "I'm part number fourteen!" Mindy said. Guy stood and turned her face to the side. "Oh, so you are!" He told Mindy to get naked and lay on the floor and then he slid several accordion panels onto her body, forming what would be structural bulkheads of the machine. As the day progressed, and _Pink Floyd_ wailed out "Welcome to the machine!" he rotated the machine with Mindy inside it while he. It was decorated, with movie posters and schmaltzy man type art on the walls. Bo liked it, Chris hated it. The living room had a 55” TV and BluRay player. A selection of movies was in a small case nearby. Yea, guy flicks.A couch, love seat and easy chair were in the room, in very good condition but obviously used. “We thought it should look lived in, but feel free to do anything you like. This is all yours, courtesy of Control. Keep or get rid of whatever you like.”The bedroom was spartan, but.