” Barely a whisper. “You see me as an old woman, overweight, not in the least bit physically attractive, don’t you?” It was exactly what I tho...ght. But could I admit it? Honesty, damn the rule. “Yes, I do.” My cheeks were aflame with embarrassment. “And yet you enjoy being touched by me like this. You’re a kinky little slut.” She was right. Even as she said it, my hips answered her movements and tried to get her finger to delve just a tad deeper and find just a tad more friction against her. She'd begged him to use her in the most shameless ways she could think of, used every word, every motion of her body to declare that she was his. Even now, she knew, he was trying to wrap his brain around one of her requests -- something that he'd originally wanted, but that she had asked him not to do. Now it was the other way around.And Lea. The woman was nothing short of amazing. Annette's nipples got hard and her pussy slick when she thought about the incredible red-headed witch. She'd come. “Not directly Essie. No one would open you up to watch your brain. That would hurt you.”“Then how?”“Like I said, thoughts are like sparks inside your brain. People can monitor those sparks.”“Monitor?”“Do you know what a hair net is?”“Like what those ladies wear at the cafeteria?”“Exactly. You wear something like that. They have what are called diodes. Little metal thingies. They can read the sparks, and since there’s a bunch of them on those hairnets, they can figure out where those sparks. We will let it seem the familyescaped with El Presidente. We will record his familyin scenes of depravity, making confessions to crimes, and, at some future time, we will release them to thepress and public, perhaps during the trials of thecriminals. " "And if they will not cooperate, Colonel?" Thecolonel laughed. "I see. You have ways to make themcompliant. Very well, carry out your plan. I wanttapes of all the torture you use to convince them tocooperate." The colonel.