I guess you're asking what next? Well, the sex world is our oyster. We've developed all these tools, but we have to be careful with the marketing hype...that's attached to them. That's why we’re recruiting heavily. We have the plans for a sixty-cubicle building ready to go. There will be no closed doors, there will be video feeds in every cubicle; we believe testers should be turned on to the best of their ability, be horny, up for it, release all the potential they have. We need them to hear. My cock shot straight up almost immediately. I jumped back. Yo, what the fuck are you doing?!?! Something you like apparently. You cant do that!!!! Your husband is here!!!! She leaned in and kissed me. I couldnt help myself and I kissed her back. We swirled our tongues around one anothers. I grabbed her ass and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I was enjoying myself, and my cock poking through my shorts showed it. She reached down and started stroking it. This drove me mad. I was ready to. Obviously, she thought, there is something seriously wrong with me...* * *Across the hall from the Shay's apartment, Freddie lay awake in his room, just thinking over the sad state of things. He had showered three times (only two of those at his mother's request), and had called Sam numerous times, but couldn't get her at all. He texted Carly once, but she never responded either. He wondered if she was mad at him for what happened. He had deflowered her and that was a big deal, but she asked. Unable to contain myself, I replied.“Anything you want.” At my words, she turned her head to face me, eyebrows raised at me speaking out of turn. “Firstly, you address me as ‘Mistress’. Understood?” she asked, walking back over to me, and standing over the bed. “Understood,” I replied. She smirked and brought her hand down to my chest, her nails scratching in the valley of my breasts and scratching down the skin of my stomach. I hissed at the pain, but the pleasure of her touch went straight.