Pretty much all I needed was a clean room.As you see, the implant has a pacemaker battery, a microchip controller, a tiny pump, and little fluid packs... It's an ordinary device, though not as common as ones that deliver only one medication. The battery has to be replaced every five years, and the fluids topped off by hypodermic injection from time to time. All I did was add a radio-control circuit and reprogram the controller. You don't have to be a rocket scientist for that. Or a brain surgeon. She smelled good and was ever excited to do anything. It was around the winter of 2010. A 40 year old Rajni that time was busy in her life with one 12 year old son at home and a then 42 year old husband in Kuwait for work. Rajni’s husband had took a loan to buy a house and a big chunk of their income would go the loan installment.Still they lived happily. Everything was just happy till they missed a couple of payments for some personal reasons in their family. Money is indeed a bitch which. Nobody was there in the entire building. It seemed that most of the people were outsiders and had left for their hometown when the lockdown was put. I reached the top floor and rang the doorbell. She opened the door. What an amazing sight it was! Sonal ma’am was standing there wearing a summer dress.She probably just had a bath, so her hair was wet. She has a wheatish skin tone with black hair. She is taller than average but a bit shorter than me. Her gorgeous round melons could be seen tightly. It tasted really good, and was gone all too quickly. So I wandered in my white lace and cotton bra and knickers into the kitchen to pour myself a glass for when I’d finished in the shower.It was still only 8.15, so I went back to the bedroom and took off my underwear. I laid on the bed, naked, for a few minutes. Allowing the breeze from the open window to caress my naked body.I put on one of my favourite CD’s and then got into the shower. It was hot, not too hot, but hot enough to ease the.