“It's weird.” “I guess,” I said, glancing at the screen. A woman with a small child rushed by, the last dots that were moving to the door. The moment they were outside, I hit the enter key, executing the command I'd pre-typed. “Is there a prob... lem...” The security guard's words trailed off as his shoulders slumped. He stared down at his feet, looking utterly bored. So did the cashier who was questioning me. Every person in the store was equally indian bored. A few sat down and just folded their hands across their laps. Others shifted in place, twiddling thumbs or rubbing the back of their neck. They were so bored, they wouldn't pay attention to anything. I let out a long exhale, my lips fluttering from the force. That was too close. I studied the security guard. I figured out what his tag was, 04E045B. I smiled, eager to test out another command. This was one of my pre-scripted protocols. They were macros that ran programs, and this was a desi complex one. Without the slightest bit of hesitation Rebecca scooted back in my chair, stood up, and quietly walked desi over and closed my office door. "Yes, herdstress?" came a familiar voice from outside the door. it was like electricity running from the end of my cock throught me. Oh god did I like having him suck my cock. He pulled out as I felt a pressure against my rectum. It all started well; I had the house to myself during the day, and when she came home, we would spend quality time together. She pleads that she had done what he wanted and he has to let her go. It’s the biggest one yet. She had just graduated from high school, and would be attending University of Southern California in the fall, indian which wasn’t too far from her home, but far enough to be away from the watchful eyes of her parents. Karagoth was in charge of our little scouting party. I whispered, “She told me everything. Each fell free with a small snipping sound.