” Marcella said.“My neural processes would be much more balanced if I had both male and female brain cells in my base processing area,” he said ...very rapidly.“So,” Marcella said slowly, “you are asking for part of my brain?”“Just a few cells,” PLATO responded. “I can seed them through the growth processing system and create what I need in the same way that I was originally grown from a few cells of Doctor Mueller’s brain. It will take a week or two before I have accumulated enough cells so that. But now that certainly won't be an issue will it!" She said with a giggle.My face turned red. The rest of the meal I listened to them chat. They talked about boys from classes and about new additions to the closets. When the meal was over they cleared the table and mistress Anna placed the blindfold back on my face. I was incredibly confused in particular as she whispered, "it's time for dessert" into my ear. She brought me back to my knees and I was wondering what she could possibly mean.. Don was shocked at this inquiry. First he thought it extremely inappropriate to ask such a thing in an initial sales call. But he was unnerved for a deeper and very hidden reason. For years Don had frequented the local B & D scene looking for something he couldn't find in any of the usual relationships he had before. The salesman was right, Don was attractive, athletic and clean cut. But for some reason he had never found the type of relationship that satisfied his needs. He had always wanted a. Good night."She stands and stretches, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her silk shirt. She grabs her briefcase and leaves her office, closing and locking the door behind her. She walks down the hall to the elevator and presses the button. Nothing happens."That's strange. They didn't say there would be any repairs today. I hope the lights are on in the stairway."She goes to the stair door and opens it. The lights are off and it's pitch black. "Crap," she mutters. She digs in her purse.