She knew, or at least some part of her knew, that she was delivering herself up to something that would change her for ever, something unknown and ter...ifying, but she knew too that she was helpless before it, her destiny no longer hers to command, her fate sealed. ‘No,’ she finally said again. This was so quiet it was almost inaudible, hardly more than a breath of final surrender. ‘Then come,’ I told her gently. She seemed limp and helpless as I eased her out of her clothes, but she made no. Arnie was developing a pulse-gun which would render electronic devices, including Michael, useless by scrambling the electronic circuitry.He was coming along with his device at a steady pace, too.His earlier experiments revealed he was able to scramble the circuitry in a television so bad that it no longer displayed a picture. In fact, one time he accidentally turned on the power to his device while it was aimed towards his computer and the resulting field completely wiped his hard. This was it. I told Lana, "I want to cum now!" She asked me if I was sure and I said I was. The routine she had was to add stroking my penis when I was ready to cum. But instead, she leaned over and began sucking, bobbing and stroking on my hard penis. She must have changed this on her own impulse. Lana turned the power of the device way up and rocked it faster while she bobbed, sucked and stroked as fast as she could. My arousal skyrocketed and everything below my waist twitched and hummed. No, ONE voice, raised. There was a bloke now. Woman’s husband? Child’s father? One or the other would put him officially in the ‘lucky bastard’ category. Both would be more than any man deserved. Obvious to me but clearly not to him, as it is his voice that has caught my attention. As effortlessly elegant as the woman is my new dark, tanned, unbleached linen suited, strong-featured, quintessentially Gallic, slightly jowly, five o’clock shadowed, croc shoed, watch strapped and belted, Serge.