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Pickup Or Delivery?Chapter 4 free porn video
With the girls all in bed, I was alone in the lower section of the pod. I went into the kitchen and got myself a beer, wishing there was a back porch. Back home when I had to do some real thinking, I'd go out on the porch and watch the stars with a beer. It always seemed to help me focus. I sat down at the small table in the kitchen, and stared at the wall. There had to be a better way to handle the situation than the sex slave idea. I took a sip of the beer and spit it right back out. It was nasty, and the taste of it turned me to thinking about my dad. He'd regret leaving Mom and the kids behind, but that wouldn't change the fact that he had. I dumped the beer back into the recycler. It would probably be better if I quit drinking altogether, and with how bad the beer tasted, it would be easier to quit before I got used to it.
I couldn't focus, so I went into the 'office', the room set up with a sleep trainer, a desk and a computer terminal. The AI set up the sleep training course for me, and I lay down in the tube. Two hours later, I was wrung out, exhausted, but I had a host of new information at my mental fingertips. The sleep training isn't like I'd thought it would be, it isn't really sleep, and it isn't really training either. Remember how you had us practice with the AR until we could put it together blindfolded? I could still do that now, but with the sleep training I knew every little detail about the weapons they were going to issue us, but I didn't really know them like I do the AR. I don't know if that makes sense. How about another example...
You can't learn to ride a bike or fly a shuttle or even how to write a report in a sleep trainer, you have to have real practice to do those things. After the sleep training session, I could probably assemble a laser rifle, but it would be like doing it with a book of instructions open next to me. I'm sure I wasn't ready to use one in combat. Two hours of sleep training didn't get me as ready to fight as the first five minutes of you teaching me how to use a rifle.
In any case, I was exhausted when I finished, and it was way after midnight, so I went to sleep in the big bedroom downstairs. I woke up with my cock in someone's mouth. I slitted my eyes open, thinking it was probably Carmen, as Marcy was a lot better at it, but I didn't want to make a mistake and hurt someone's feelings by guessing wrong.
It wasn't either of them. Instead, Lucy, still wearing my t-shirt from the day before, knelt between my legs and cautiously stroked me while she gently sucked on the head of my dick. "If you keep that up, you're going to get an early breakfast." Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she froze. "Don't stop kiddo, you're doing fine."
Her hands started moving again, real slow. "I just wanted a look. The AI said if I was real careful it wouldn't wake you up."
Well, I had told the AI to answer questions. "I'm awake now, so you can keep going." I was still tired, and it came out as a command, not a request.
Her black eyes flashed, and she squeezed hard, hard enough to hurt. The look on her face was the stubborn defiant one she sometimes gets. "Can't make me." she said, and bit the tip.
Looking back, it was more shock and surprise than any real pain. I don't imagine she was trying to do anything more than just enough to get me going. I screamed something and grabbed at her, but all I caught was the t-shirt. She slipped out of it and sprinted for the door. I'm sure she knew I was really mad. "AI, lock the door!" I yelled.
Lucy hit the door a split second later. It wouldn't open for her. "Cheater!" She pushed off from the wall to try and dodge around me into the bathroom, but I'd expected that. Even so, I only barely managed to snag her ankle when I dived after her. She kicked at me, but I caught her other ankle with my free hand, then dragged her backwards and sat on her legs.
She flailed her hands, but with her face-down under me, I caught them easily; forcing them behind her back so I could hold them there with one hand. "You don't get to bite me kiddo." I picked her up to carry her back to the bed, but she fought so wildly that I would have only been able to stop her from hitting me by hurting her badly enough that she couldn't. Even as mad as I was, I didn't want really hurt her, just punish her so she'd learn not to bite.
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