The ones the users won’t see? Well, the users don’t see them, do they. But I know. I know what those bugs are, where they’re hidden and what the... can do for me.So, there you are, on your phone. Does it have GPS? I know where you are. Did you take a selfie? I know what you look like. Got your Facebook account on there? Instagram? I know. If it’s on your phone, I know. No, I don’t work for one of those government organisations whose names are a bunch of letters, I just work for myself. If you’ve. ”“Will there BE another time, Buck?”“Sure, gimme your phone number. I already know where you live.” I saw her shake. This must have been exactly what she’d wanted to happen.During the week that went by, I got my share of the gig money, which I studiously put in my bank account. I’d put enough money through the bank that they’d issued me one of the new ATM cards, so pocket money wasn’t a problem. I spent most of my time with my guys, talking over new songs we needed to learn but did make time to. Without the need to provide an alternate reality for others, Terri could turn the full force of her power on Heather. It would have been easy to mold her into the good, obedient little slave that Victor so wanted.She frowned and lowered her hands. What Victor wanted. He would want Heather if Terri succeeded. Heather would be whisked away to be sold to one of Victor's clients and earn him a sizable reward. Whatever designs Terri might have would be irrelevant.Terri watched Heather take her seat. I pressed forward just slightly with my hips, wanting to put the head in and nothing more. Maybe I was teasing, maybe I just wanted her to beg, I don't know, but I was determined to draw this out. As it was, I had problems getting anything to go in anywhere. Even as spread out as she was, her cunt was just too tight. I didn't think it was going to fit, but she moaned again and urged me forward, grabbing my shoulders and trying to pull me into her. I put a little more force behind it this time,.