“Move faster.”I nodded and went back to her emotional board. Snipping away the remaining circuits wasn’t fast enough. I needed to remove the entire board. I conjured a pair of needle-nose pliers and a Phillips screwdriver. Then I gripped the board with the pliers and used the screwdriver to remove the screws I found which attached the card to Cupps’ display board.It didn’t take me long to remove the circuit board. More than that, the hard wires that had reached into the back of Cupps’ display board from the circuit board withered and fell away like they had been burnt to ash. I tossed the circuit board off to the side, disposing of it.Someone called my name again, and I felt something - or someone - crash into me.I lost focus on Cupps’ emotional board and found myself lying back on the couch. Cupps crawled up along my body. Her expression was vastly different from the timid, little girl expression she had shown me almost since we had met. Now, she was flushed, her breathing was. .. oh God... you in... in my ass and... Thomas in... in my pussy. Oh God John... please take me home," she pleaded.John took his wife's hand and led her back to Thomas. "I think my wife wants to go home," he said to Thomas with a smile.Thomas smiled back and saw the excitement on Amy's face. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.The two men led Amy to the car. John drove. As soon as they were off the parking lot, Thomas and Amy were kissing. John tried to concentrate on driving but his eyes kept glancing over. When he saw Thomas unbuttoning the front of Amy's dress, he almost ran off the road. Then, he forced himself to keep his eyes on the road but he could tell from Amy's gasps that Thomas had his hand inside her dress.Fortunately, it was a short drive. As soon as John had the car in the driveway, he jumped out. The two men helped Amy up the sidewalk and steps. John fumbled with the keys as Thomas held Amy in an embrace again.The two men practically carried Amy into the house. They.
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