The story continued, and he noticed his sub was two lines ahead with her reactions. When he read, "I unzipped my pants" from the story, her lips parte... before he could tell that part of the story. His body was shaking. He stumbled over the words HE had written himself. "I traced her lips with the tip of my cock." Shaking. This was the most exciting moment of foreplay he had ever experienced...reading the words to his sub and experiencing all of the emotion he had once poured onto the page, he. Imagine what will happen when everyone knows you are a pervert?" Stephanie threatened.Jason immediately decided the best way to get out of this trouble was to beg for mercy. "Please don't tell anyone... I promise to do anything!" Anything?" Stephanie asked. She knew she had Jason in her trap."Anything!" Jason replied.Stephanie then decided to have some fun. "Since you like wearing my panties so much, take off your underwear, throw it in the rubbish bin and put on mine!"Jason, not willing to. He had built it for his ex-wife in an effort to get her to overcome sexual inhibitions, but she left him before it had taken effect. When his son, Craig, gave it to me to help me, the son did not know what his father had done to the device."The ladies and the men, caught up in the story by now, were waiting anxiously for a further explanation. Kari let the hammer fall with her next statement."Over several weeks, he programmed me to be a slut!"The expressions on the faces of those listening. Bits of shell were sticking to her skin, slightly scratchy under his hand. “I suppose you think that one time we had together was enough to flip my brain over permanently,” he told her, his face just shy of breaking into a sneer. “Mace….” The other nipple was thickening now, too, and he slipped his hands free and pushed the ruined T shirt over her shoulders. Once the sleeves cleared her hands, the shirt fell to the floor around her feet. He pulled the bra straps down, pulling the cups off.