I drove down to Washington the night before and went through the same process as before and found myself in a panel discussion with three reporters on...one side, and me and a fellow named Grover Norquist on the other side, discussing balancing the budget. Yes, that Grover Norquist, the fellow who singlehandedly introduced gridlock to Washington by getting Republicans to gut the federal tax system and destroy the federal budget process. In 1989 he simply seemed an interesting gadfly. The damage. I didn't watch TV with all its immoral programing, and I've never watched porn, so how could I be turning into a pervert? “ You don't need to be shy,” Bonnie said, tugging on my arms. I relaxed; a sudden impulse filled me to show off my body to her. You have a great pair of tits. Nice and pillowy. They were made to be looked at. Where were these impure thoughts coming from? My arms dropped to my side. The seamstress smiled, and flicked one of my nipples. Another fever flushed through me. “. You so much as stare at my tits ever again and I’ll poke your eyes out with my cuticle scissors. You no longer have the right and I’ll--”“Jeez, Adrienne, seriously?” I groaned, cutting her off. “Becoming all melodramatic isn’t going to help the situation.”“I’m becoming melodramatic?” she scoffed. “You’re the one who just waltzed up to the cabin with your once and future soulmate’s dried pussy juices on your dick!”I arched an eyebrow and replied, “I walked back to my cabin after having sex, yes. She would set it on a low setting and enjoy the feeling while we chatted. I found the site and down loaded the control app onto my phone. I couldn't wait to use it on her . She won't tell me when she is wearing the device untill we get home and her pussy is soaking wet. I informed her that I wanted to take her to Ruth's Chris steakhouse this Friday so she needed to pick something extremely nice to wear. When I got home from work she was already dressed. She had on a short tan skirt and a white.