Happy Day for Marton.

[_vin_diesel]

He's been working too hard. Too much. I've almost worn the skin off my dick from whacking off so much.

So today I'm going out to get a present for him. I saw this mold that you could make once of your dick and then they could make it into a dildo. Or butt plug.

Heh.

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[corp_marton]

Fuck...I am no closer to finding this woman than I was before. She seems to have appeared from nowhere and not even my best hackers can find a trace of her origins. She must be a corp spy...but for who?

I thought her presence was related to the Stalker, but now I'm not so sure.

Without much thought I dial up the house and leave a message.

Working, might have found a new lead. I'll have dinner sent over. Don't wait up. Miss you. Marton

[_vin_diesel]

I growl at the message, literally growl. Does it occur to you that I might have needs? Needs that specifically involve you?

Fucking hell.

I grab the box earlier today and sit down to read the instructions.

[corp_marton]

Two hours later I look up and sigh. I'm not getting anywhere here. Dilaing up the house again I send you another message.

Sorry love, on my way home now. Be there in fifteen minutes.

[_vin_diesel]

I'm sitting there looking at the dildo and butt plug I've molded for you when I get the message. Great.

Grinning, I head off for a shower before you get home.