“They could be watching us right now, and I could not risk this discussion being an argument or a debate.”“What do you mean?” asked Laurel.“...’ve fitted you both with Compliance Collars,” said Vice. “We have the ability to 3D fabricate them to assist in restraining a difficult passenger or in the event of mutiny. Once they’re on, they can only be removed by Rospar - who will not do so, I can promise you. Using them, I can administer painful shocks to either of you using a remote, through a range. She knew he was much older and married but it only made her desire for him more wrong, and therefore more exciting. At night she dreamt of his thin strong mouth lapping at her wet pussy, his stubble scratching her delicate skin- arousing her more and more. She wore shorter skirts and left the top button of her blouse undone. She kept walking past his desk, moving her hips in a seductive way. Going over to ask him questions she already knew the answers to, sitting on the edge of his desk- legs. With each strand he drew it tightly, until it lay closely within the substance of the stone blocks."Enough, do you think?" McAllister asked the stick.McAllister sensed approval from the talisman for what he did, but it seemed uncertain if the extent were enough."Well, then, go slowly," McAllister told it, silently.Time slowed for McAllister, as his stick began working a contest of wills. His perception returned to normal, though the room dimmed, and the familiar sense of cold permeating. The floor, tub, shower and countertop were finished in a cream-colored marble. Aunt Jane had dropped her clothing on the carpet in the bedroom and proceeded without a trace of modesty into the bathroom. I followed her, still gripping my t-shirt and shorts in one hand and positioning them tactically in front of my private parts.Aunt Jane turned the valves at the tub, tested the temperature with her hand, then stood and turned toward me. She grinned broadly as she pulled the garments from my.