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Reprogram the President
Reprogram the President "It's not his fault," Fatalia said, setting herself up on the bed. She was naked on the satin sheets and the feeling was amazing, she never got bored of it even though she had been working on a similar bedding for the past seventy years. "How can it not be?" Deakin asked, sticking cables into their proper ports. Fatalia spread her legs so that Deakin could adjust the teledildonics properly. As he tightened the straps at the proper angle to let the vibrator enter her, she defended her lover. "You know how it is. He's surrounded by 'yes men.' Nobody tells him to get a grip, they don't dare. That, plus the necessary security, forms a bubble in which any man can lose touch with reality." Deakin squirted some lube on his fingers and stuck them inside her, spreading i
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