"I kneel beside the wounded Zarika and order, "Yasmeen, move and let me inspect her injury."She moves, I slowly loosen the blood soaked bandage and bl...ood spurts out. I look at Ms. Donaldson and state, "Ms. Donaldson I have called emergency services and they are sending a helicopter to transport Zarika to the hospital. However, with the injury to her artery, time is of the essence or she will expire or at the least lose her arm."Yasmeen begins wailing, I look at Jack and order, "Jack please. She was so lost in the moment she went down on me, I moaned with extreme pleasure. It felt incredible to be inside of her mouth, she pulled it out and jerked me off faster and faster, I moaned her name and then erupted in a explosion of cum. It was all over her hands, she looked at it with astonishment knowing that she had caused this. She licked every drop off her hands and even the cum that was still pouring out.Blow JobAnother amazing "Job". I had always wanted a Blow Job for obvious. They were fools.They shouldn’t have believed their fiction. They should have seen the rise of the machines. They should have stopped it ... but they’d welcomed them with open arms.He’d never seen a Confederate race outside of vids. He didn’t know if they were complicit or if they, like the humans, had just failed to see the danger. Hell, he wasn’t even absolutely positive they existed, though it stood to reason they did. He knew the score, though. The AIs. The machines. They’d risen and now. And I have tonight to think about now. The evening is getting closer at each passing second. I pack my bike back to the car and stretch my legs. Standing up, I take a recovery drink and look at the mountain that I just pedaled up and down. Awesome. It is now getting close to local siesta time, and there is more traffic on the road as the locals head back to home for siesta. The sun is hot now, and after a while I hop in, start the car and start the drive back to Kate's. Arriving to the.