“Told you we could cut it down to size once we’d worked out the parameters.”“Wow, I never imagined it this cut down though,” I replied with ... grin.“Well, it doesn’t need a great deal of power and much of what you saw before was for the test instrumentation,” he admitted.“Still, it’s impressive,” I said. “Shall we give it a try?”Artello took the device and looked around as if gauging who would be first.“Best be me,” I said, “I know what to expect.”Artello nodded and placed the device on my head. I hurriedly opened the door and went straight into the bathroom for the shower. My wife closed the entrance hall and came into the bedroom and put on the light unmindful of the open window. suddenly I peeped out of the bathroom ventilator and found 2 young guys about 20+ each in the building behind our apartments in the top store room of the independent house peeping into my bedroom. They were cautious enough not put on their light and were peeping into our bedroom through a small space of two. The music was menacing. It was black, there was a bright light getting bigger as a silhouetted figure rode into a deserted factory on his Harley, with leather strips hanging from the high handle bars. He took of his crash helmet and shook out his long hair. He was in black boots and leather trousers, his chest bare except for a sleeveless black leather waist coat sporting the Hells Angels insignia. There was a black whip in the pannier, on the back of the bike. No ordinary biker. Sometimes. Purrrrrr!” "Mmmmm, my sweet purring Kat. Your breasts look even better than I had dared to hope,” as he continued his nipple nibbling, and as my lace bra cradled their underside. “And they taste better than I dreamed, too," he smiled. The more he nibbled my nipples, the louder and more frequently I purred. As he savored my breasts, and I savored his loving hungry nibbles there, I put my hand over the zipper of his trousers. As he had promised, he was so thick, and so hard! Just what I wanted.