She smiled and did it again. I flinched and she laughed.After that, it was all pain. She connected every last one of the units to the pads and spent o...er an hour making me dance and jerk like a marionette. She started with my thighs, watching them with an evil grin as the low-level current made them twitch and jerk. She turned on current across my titties and I moaned. She slid her hand across my cunt and I came quickly. "You came?" I nodded. "You really are a sick fuck," she said, shaking her. ” She said it so clinically that I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?” I repeated dumbly.She sighed and explained clearly, “She’s still a minor, and I’m her guardian. I’ll make sure she has an abortion. It’s relatively easy right now still. All we have to do is…”“NO!,” I said more firmly than I realized, stopping the conversation. “Um… No. That should be her choice. She chose this path. She knows I won’t leave my wife for her, and maybe I need to repeat that to her, but I don’t want you. Mrs O and her crowd sat at some tables near the front and watched the dancing and started to get into the party spirit until the dancers finished their act and everyone went back to their seats. After about ten minutes the compere returned to the stage and announced the next act which turned out to be another group of scantily clad men and women who took to the stage and promptly started stripping.Mrs O had never seen a stripper before and she sat there transfixed while the dancers began to. Not twenty-four hours had gone by since my world completely turned upside down. And it was not even twenty-four hours since it was perfect. Well, sort of perfect… The days of wild sex and untamed discoveries were past. Peter and I settled into the domestic life when we discovered I was pregnant with Jane. It wasn’t a planned pregnancy and it wasn’t even something that we had talked about strangely. Pregnancy wasn’t our style. Our lives filled to the brim with each other. So concerned with the.