 Contact pads were carefully fitted loosely between the framework and Maria's head at several points... five at the sporterotica base of her neck, more sporterotica continuing up and over the center of her sporterotica head from back to front. One side of the sporterotica pads conformed to sporterotica the silver harness, with sporterotica the other sporterotica side showing short, needle-like wires that would allow contact sporterotica with the scalp sporterotica despite the presence of thick, auburn hair sporterotica.
 In Maria's room sporterotica, the sporterotica LED of the antenna had already sporterotica turned sporterotica green and steady.
 She pressed the button at the front of the antenna as she walked back to her bedroom, releasing sporterotica her Trainer, and she threw it on the sporterotica bed. Looking through the top sporterotica drawer of her sporterotica dresser , she sporterotica smiled as she found what she was looking for.
 She sporterotica picked up sporterotica a bar of soap and placed it on the plate sporterotica. Bringing it back to the table, she doused it in hand lotion and set it down in front of her friend. "Bon appetit, mon amie," she said, bowing with sporterotica a flourish sporterotica.
 "And the sporterotica cameras?"
 "They don't see them."
 "Sometimes, personal subservience is not the best indicator sporterotica of sporterotica successful programming."
 "Hand the phone to Maria, Dana ."
 Normally, Thelma hated the sporterotica intercom interruptions, but a call from Sylvia was a welcome respite from sporterotica what was proving to sporterotica be sporterotica a difficult day.
 "Don't 'honey' me, Mom sporterotica. It's just not where my head is at. I pics don't need... or want... a boyfriend sporterotica."
 "Yes sporterotica. It's a pay cut, for sure, but this company is really doing innovative sporterotica things in the area of digital communication. It's the best job a sporterotica woman could ask for," said Sylvia, sounding oddly dreamy and wistful sporterotica.
 "And try to find Phil Cameron. You pics know, Sylvia's boyfriend. In the meantime, I'm going out to... Johannsen... umm..."
 With that, Tim left the room to make the necessary sporterotica arrangements and changes sporterotica in schedule.
 Phil had provided no insights. He quite plainly had been devastated, and Thelma found sporterotica that she just didn't have words to say. He was as confused as she was, and sporterotica after a halting, uncomfortable and apologetic conversation, she sporterotica had hung up the phone with even pics more questions than before sporterotica.
 She hoped that the meeting with Andrea Johannsen would at sporterotica least give some indication of this topsy-turvy turn in Sylvia's life. She stood as Tim announced the arrival of her guest, and smiled in diplomatic welcome sporterotica as sporterotica Ms. Johannsen entered the large office.
 "Ms. Johannsen sporterotica? Welcome to my little neck of the woods sporterotica. Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing warmly to a sporterotica sofa in sporterotica front of a coffee table. "Can I get you some coffee? A soft drink perhaps? Water?"
 And, on sporterotica top of everything, she sporterotica exuded a charisma that was sporterotica hard to sporterotica set aside. Andrea Johannsen sporterotica possessed a natural sporterotica gift that sporterotica was more valuable sporterotica even than her astonishing pics beauty.
 "We are a consulting company, Governor. People come to us for pics solutions. Digital communications sporterotica, information sporterotica processing, corporate security, and a much longer list of smaller projects. Our growth in the last sporterotica three years has been, even using sporterotica conservative measurements sporterotica, phenomenal. Our clients sporterotica now range from small businesses to Fortune 500 companies sporterotica.
 Andrea walked pics up to Thelma, looking directly into sporterotica her motionless smiling face and eyes. "The sporterotica mind-lock is interesting, isn't it sporterotica, Thelma dear. Your daughter thought so sporterotica, too sporterotica. Seeing, hearing everything sporterotica, but retaining nothing for sporterotica more sporterotica than a sporterotica few short minutes sporterotica. Well, fifteen, to be exact."
 Unfolding sporterotica it, she continued, "This sporterotica is called a Trainer. You're pics simply going to sporterotica love having one. Sylvia certainly loves hers sporterotica. It works on a slightly different principle than the mind-lock sporterotica. I'd explain, but I don't really have the sporterotica time. And neither do sporterotica you. Besides, you wouldn't remember it anyway.
 "Wha sporterotica-?"
 "Um..." Thelma licked her lips with her sporterotica thick tongue sporterotica. "Guv'ner."
 "Trusted...?" croaked Thelma.
 "Every... little thing." Thelma sighed sporterotica happily, her sporterotica eyes still closed.
 "That sporterotica's right. In fact sporterotica, if I haven sporterotica't given you sporterotica something sporterotica to do, you feel all hollow and pics empty inside. It's so sad, but so true."
 "You cheated sporterotica on me. You proved sporterotica that you're nothing sporterotica but a whore. Worthless. Even if you serve me the rest of your life, you still will never be able sporterotica to repay your sporterotica betrayal. You tried to deny your destiny, but you are nothing but a horny cuntlicker. Governor Thelma Cuntlicker. Your only thought... only true purpose pics is trying to make me happy again, to sporterotica earn my affection sporterotica, isn't it?"
 "Ye-yes..."
 She listened to Thelma whimper softly as she turned off her sporterotica computer and placed it back sporterotica in her handbag. She reached down and removed Thelma's Trainer and placed it on the wide cherry desk sporterotica.
 "You've done well, slut sporterotica-boy... and as much as I hate to admit it, you deserve sporterotica a reward.
 The cylinder adjusted slightly from side to sporterotica side as it descended, finally resting two inches above Ramona's head. From beside sporterotica each laser, a tiny wire filament descended and pressed into the outside corner of sporterotica each eye, stopping when five inches had sporterotica been sporterotica inserted. There sporterotica was sporterotica the sound of a light snick sporterotica as the wire was snapped off inside Ramon sporterotica's head and the sporterotica excess inch was pulled sporterotica back out.
 "Whatever."
 She saw the picture of her fiance change sporterotica... it almost looked like he was turning to face her... breathing... in relief against the screen, as if the image were not far away sporterotica, but directly on her eyes ... and she moaned as she was overcome with the tidal wave of emotion crashing down every barrier sporterotica inside her .
 Negative impulses were filtered out and stored also... the random sporterotica bursts of boredom, fatigue, disgust, hatred, intolerance, frustration, anger, rage... the list was long and subtle pics, but nothing was missed, nothing overlooked, nothing hidden.
 "No," answered Ramona without thinking.
 "Do you want to make love to her?"
 "And how do sporterotica you feel about it?"
 Ramona didn't answer. She pressed her head backward in revulsion. She wanted pics to kill it, stomp it sporterotica out, get rid of it any way she could.
 "No. What am sporterotica I supposed to do... lie to you?"
 "Yeah pics, well, her tough luck."
 Ramona sporterotica responded immediately as the vaginal and anal probes sent electrical bliss into her lower body. The witch's brew of sensual stimulants added to the sporterotica intense sporterotica sensations, registering in cascading tingles through the inside of sporterotica her head... god pics... she had sporterotica never felt sporterotica anything sporterotica so good sporterotica...
 As she began to writhe her hips and moan, Veronica encouraged her sporterotica, "Yes, that's right... such a slut... so good... mmmm let it overtake you sporterotica... and this is just where we begin..."
 "I will... if pics you are willing to do us a favor."
 "Kill this woman for us."
 "You suppose? Maybe you should look at that for a moment." Veronica pressed yet another sporterotica button on her panel. "I mean, how do you really feel about him, deep sporterotica inside?"
 When she came to, her eyes were glazed with half lidded lust pics, her upper lip twitching and sporterotica covered with beads of perspiration... Veronica thought she was going to cum on the sporterotica spot.
 "Oh, God, I know this... Andrea... ummmm Johannsen. Is that right? Please tell me I'm right. I don 't want to hurt again for being wrong." Ramona was starting to whimper.
 Ramona's tongue snaked out in the demented motion of pure hallucination.
 With the key sporterotica words that Veronica had been waiting for, she pressed pics a final button, and listened as sporterotica Ramona screamed, bringing forth Veronica's own scream of sporterotica ecstasy and obedience, the two sporterotica women blasting out their love and lust for Andrea... Andrea... into the electric air sporterotica, with only the thick pane of glass separating their single sporterotica thought... of cumming... and cumming sporterotica... and cumming... for... Andrea...
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