”“Huh?” Why?” I said.“She says her being around is kinda like rubbing your nose in it. Well, it’s what she thinks,” said Bea. I snorted....��It is and it isn’t. Anything else?” I said.“Candace will be by. She’s living the dream. Married, working, going to school, and well, busy.”“All of them are shocked that you sent Marian packing. Me too,” she said.“That’s not true. She and I decided to split up because we simply were just not in love. We were, and we still are, in ‘like’ but not love. She moved. "You know that candy's not good for you, don't you?" Ben nodded, looking disappointed. He'd been hoping for some kind of candy, and now suspected that he'd get a granola bar or something. The Old Man just smiled and pulled a dish full of little candies from behind him, holding it out for Ben. "You know what they say" the Old Man said as Ben took a piece, "You are what you eat." "Well I like candy." Ben said defiantly, making Keith feel a little embarrassed. The Old Man just smiled, then. Jones caressing my sweat-soaked hair, my exhaustion overwhelmed me and I closed my eyes, dozing off briefly. I awoke a short while later, feeling a tugging sensation on my nipples and my pussy lips at the same time. It took me a few moments for the cloud of slumber to fully evaporate, and I glanced down to see a gold chain connect to each of my nipples by alligator clamps. The chain was fed through a small gold ring, through which a second chain was also fed, the ends of this chain attached to. I used a long lasting lubricant on all of them, knowing I would have to replenish them from time to time. The motors connected to a computer, and I started up the program that controlled them. I had modified a home security and control program to include not only control over the dildo machines, but also to provide an audio feed. The goal would be to feed her not only fake sounds of men coming for the gangbang, but also to give her some subtle, almost subliminal suggestions when she wasn't.