“Ooh, you’ll watch me masturbate, won’t you?” whispered the splay-legged girl beneath him, vibrating urgently as one hand rubbed eager and shameless at the top of her snug young cunt. “I’ve—” She bit her lower lip. “I’ve never had a man watch me do that before,” she blinked, doe-eyed, “but even the thought of it…” The lovely girl-thing flashed the most endearing little smile. “Well, it just makes me so excited!”
“R-really?” gasped Garrett instinctively. Yes, he knew it was just part of a cunningly nested set of programming paths meant to lure, to entice, to thrill. Probably, he thought with a twinge of embarrassment, the coding—maybe even the whole script, too—had been subcontracted by a team of snickering guys somewhere in India, programmers who had laughed to themselves at the way some
