For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trus...y camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the. I would simply continue my research as if I had made no discovery. If I later discovered frequency pairs that were useful only for lie-detection, I would report those. If I found any other frequency pairs that provided truth-coercion or hyper-suggestibility, I would add those to my private records. Testing hyper-suggestibility should be fun to test, especially with my husband, and I began to ponder what could I give him as a post-hypnotic suggestion. I’d try to make him do something he’s. We fucked in the living room and they tagged teamed me in the kitchen bent over the kitchen table, they were big wrestling fans and made a big ploy of hollering next and slapping hands as they traded positions, it made me smile and even climaxed a few times. I decided they needed to fuck my tits, it was their first time I laid face up on the coffee table and I had them one at a time climb over with a leg on each side of the table and nestle their cocks between my big tits and slowly rock back. ”“Look at that poker face again. She’ll wipe it off your face soon enough.”“No she won’t. Not until I’m ready.”“Oh ho! We’ll see about that. But take your time for now.”I put her ankles on my shoulders and held onto her knees to help me enter her as I crouched before her, raising her hips to rest between and on my thighs, and she reached down to feel the shaft of my cock between her lips. I was angled upward and took leisurely strokes against her front wall and she circled her hips and smiled.