Every detail, Heinrich always says – and I know what kind of details he means. Apparently, he keeps the records of our exploits and reads them back ...from time to time. I wonder: Does he masturbate to them?God knows I might.Once again, Heinrich had chosen both the place and the object of his desire: A young waitress at a local diner. Both he and Patrick had checked in on the place several times to figure out a plan.They settled on today at 11 PM – the waitress would be working, and the morning. He was going to have fun with this. he then told her to relax and said that it might sting a little but he needed to find out what the problem was. so with a little apprehension he took his middle finger and held it an inch away from her bare pussy entrance. when she asked what he was doing he said just give me a sec ive never done this before. ok she said to him acting a little annoyed. it was then that he touched her pussy with his index finger and she let out a low quiet squeek that could. They stalked travelers through the jungle, and seemed to make it a point to look for some weakness they could exploit. John dismounted his horse, thinking he could better defend on foot, and Tuk followed his example.John sensed the presence of several stealthy beasts, and the horses did as well, their alert ears and noses twitching nervously. The first night, they built a large fire and kept it bright all night, having gone in well armed pairs to get the wood in daylight. They maintained. After the third woman in a row who Ihad approached had made it clear they just couldn't see me as boyfriendmaterial, I retreated to my wonderful house and resigned myself to beingalone for the rest of my life.So perhaps it makes sense I would spend my nights talking to the computerthat ran the house ...And it would talk back to me.It took a little getting used to, hearing this soft feminine voice comingout of speakers, but as my social life withered I found myself listeningmore and more.