I didn't go to college to find a husband. I went to learn what I'd need to know to start a career with the ultimate goal of becoming financially indep...endent in my own right. My desire for a career doesn't preclude a husband and children, but I will enjoy a rewarding career, too. This trip, the expensive clothes, all the money you and Josh have spent on me make me feel dependent. I agreed to the trip, the clothes, everything, because I knew how important it was for Josh to be with you again.. Ashley squirming, Hans teasing with his tip, and Mistress Jane working Ashley’s clit until it was swollen, purple, and pouting out of its hood. ‘It’s just the tip bimbo, would you like more?’ Mistress Jane asked, as she pinched Ashley’s clit with her fingertips. Making Ashley squeal. Making her gasp. Making her nod her head yes. ‘But isn’t that cheating bimbo?’ Mistress Jane asked while giggling, still teasing the quivering clit with her fingertips. At this point even Hans was groaning, his. The third mech would be codenamed the Bengal. It was armed with four plasma cannons, four medium lasers, and three sets of LRMs, with three hundred rounds each. Its four small rail guns fired depleted uranium, or small antimatter warheads, and had a magazine of six hundred rounds of each type. She would have a top speed of ninety kph, and would weigh in at around seventy-five tons and be classified as a medium mech. Her speed would be similar to the Lancer. Build time would be about forty hours. After nine days of this torture, I was ready to pop at the slightesttouch. I feared jerking off because each night felt more amazing despitemy lack of release. I was ready to beg for an orgasim that night, withno regard for how embarrassing it would be when Susan emerged from thebathroom that night and moved to the bed. This night though, was fardifferent. Instead of crawling into her side of the bed, she moveddirectly to me and straddled me. She kissed me like she hadn't since wewere.