Marissa moaned as he dipped two fingers into her sopping wet channel that slowly dripped both their juices down her thighs. Already, she felt another ...orgasm building, and he was only teasing her. She needed him, consequences be damned. Taking a ragged breath, she said, “Benji, please.” He chuckled. “Please what, Mrs. Weiss? I want to hear you say it.” He began thrusting his fingers into her more firmly, and Marissa felt his cock begin to harden at her back. She wanted to see it, hold it, taste. I certainly can not discount that possibility, but it looks to me like he might have learned his lesson, that he might be all right." That was nice of you, Bill," Tracy said. "Do you really think he'll turn out okay?" I hope so," I said. "I've done all I can do for him and I can only hope that fate or his own personality doesn't fuck him again. It's pretty much up to him." I took a deep breath. "But there's another reason why I think fate can be thwarted." What's that?" she asked.I looked up at. Ah…. Sh-shit! Im so close! Right there! she bends her knees and places them on the counter, spreading them out further. I have better access to her clit this way. Oh, please dont stop! OOH! Her back arches once again. I have to keep her still in order to keep eating her out. Quickly but deliberately, my tongue hits her clit repeatedly in circular motions. Her moans of pleasure are unmistakable … Before I know it, her body is writhing uncontrollably and her legs are shaking. She grunts. Her. Specifically, to let me do her thinking for her. Daddy always knows best.* * *Technology is driven by necessity and what is most necessary is is often determined by the rich and powerful. During the wars in the Middle East, a necessity arose for a technology of advanced interrogation. The result was a special recording chip that could be surreptitiously implanted in the brains of captured terror suspects. Unobtrusive and undetectable, they recorded and transcribed the thoughts of.