I'd left for work as per usual and driven toward the city. To pass the time I had pulled over and browsed hookers on my phone. I was frustrated,needy... desperate. My browsing had turned to looking for anyone that could offer domination. However I'd never serve another as I was totally owned by md but I needed it. My cock was dripping in my boxers. By mid morning I was completely out of control. I was in a sex shop buying stockings. I had no idea what I was going to use them for but I was. At this point I could still have carried on walking and gone home but I looked round to see if I could see anyone I knew if I had I would have carried on but no one was in sight and I just looked at him and said "ok" he smiled and said "come baby girl" and walked into the office I followed and he took my hand and walked past the pool table to a door at the back which he opened and led me into a narrow dark passage, at this point I became scared and thought what the fuck am I doing I turned. Crystal brought the forward camera into sharp focus and saw the telltale sheen of synthoflesh on their faces."Derek, they're not police, they're Rectifier cyborgs. It's a trap!" "They're figuring we won't risk gunplay with all these people around. There should be a pair of Neural Scramblers in the weapons locker, when I say 'Sure, It's in my wallet' hit 'em." When they reached the checkpoint, two cyborgs dressed as state troopers appeared at each window. Derek and Crystal smiled at them. "I want you to leave the confessional and go the the door that you see on the right hand side as you exit."Wait by that door and I will be with you presently"."Yes,Father",she said as she stood up and exited the cnfessional.He heard her walk away and opened his door ajar.She was wearing blue jeans and had a delightful firm bottom. The old Abbot touched his hard penis,before putting down his St.Augustine and exiting the confessional.The chapel was quiet and as he walked to where she stood,by the.
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