McAvoy told us it was Gina and she wanted to speak to me."Hello," I said in this prim little voice. "May I ask who's calling?" Shut the fuck up, dude..." Gina said."Dude! Mrs. McAvoy probably hasn't hung up yet!" I warned her."Oh shit! Sorry!" Be quiet for a second." I looked at Sarah, who just had this confusedexpression. I listened for her mom, heard her bustling in the kitchenmaking lunch or something, started breathing again. "It's safe." I called you at your house but you weren't. I took another swig of wine and, after a few more giggles from Sheri and I walked inside the house and up to my room. When we got to my room I laid back against the head board of my bed and watched Sheri walk in and untie her bikini bottoms, as the fell to the floor and now exposing her wet glistening pussy lips. I smiled at Sheri as I called Kye right back. "Baby, Mommy is going to put you on speaker tonight if that’s okay," I said, trying to suppress a giggle with Sheri as I rubbed her pussy. She had been in the hot seat at every meeting during the last week. Her normally crisp business skirt and jacket were wrinkled from the 3-hour long planning session, which she had just left. Cindy began the process of putting all thoughts of work aside as she drove to the Gym. The physical exertion would help get her tired out. A refreshing shower and a good night’s sleep should finish the job. Her boyfriend, Kurt, was working late at the Gym due to the construction. They were in the process. If you do stop or slow down, this happens…” The man clicked his fingers and an excruciating jolt of electricity shot through punana’s body from the clamp on its clit. it screamed in abject agony. “If you don’t want to feel that, you keep pedalling! Oh, by the way, it will generate the electricity to power the milking machine… and to shock your fat clit. All very green,” he continued with a laugh. “There’s an intravenous line in your arm that will keep you hydrated and nourished, so we won’t.