Her quiet alarm, woke her up early, by zapping her ass with a minor voltage. She was proud of her invention, which connected her phone to a small bipo...ar electrode she could stick wherever she felt like.She knew the zaps would get worse the longer she stayed in bed, so she came out of bed. It didn't have a lot of power really, but the motivation was still there. She dressed in short pants and a short-sleeved shirt. She looked herself in the mirror. With her ultra short hair, under-developed. The diaries indicated that this was one of Brantwell's most successful inventions, he'd even made a few prototypes. I figured if I wanted proof that Brantwell was more than a crackpot, this would be the device to try. The latest MC prototype was missing, so I took the next most advanced one. It was a head-mounted gizmo that looked like a wide headband studded with metal pads. A wire cord connected the headband to a metal box the size of a lunch box. I unhooked the two pieces, putting the. The only question was where and when. I was not participating in this conversation and neither of them asked my opinion. It seemed a foregone conclusion that she would strip and put out for a small group of these guys as soon as arrangements could be made. And the question of where the event would take place was settled when they agreed that our home would be best. Very nice, I thought. Would they be fucking her on our bed or on the living room floor?We had now been married for less than 3. My nipples exploded erect as Hank caressed and tweaked them.Hank moaned, very loudly and said, "Oh God, Judy, I have wanted you for a very long time."As I said earlier, by my senior year, my self confidence and my desire to express my sex drive, had grown tremendously. And, I also realized I was no longer interested in expressing that drive solo. I was already so hot my juices were flowing freely at that moment, already dripping down onto my inner thighs.Hank backed off slightly, just long.