?Aaargh!? he yelled and flew backwards with the force of the kick. I walked up to him and kicked him again on his side, then yanked his hair and yelle... in his ear- ?don't you ever call me by name again. You address me as miss or mistress or even miss Lexi or mistress Lexi but never only by name. Get it faggot???Yes Mistress? he moaned.?Good. Now strip. Slaves don't wear clothes in my house.?He looked at me confused.?Well yes.? I said going over to a couch and sprawling in it. ?I own you now so. The pot and coke and sex had put our brains in a prolonged explosive state nearing a complete meltdown reducing us to a perpetual future of babbling and giggles.Leaving the twin beauties naked on the bed luxuriating in post-orgasmic comfort, Jason led us to the other side of the large beach house. Through the door he presented what looked like a sound studio. The small space had a large glass wall. Underneath it a panel housed knobs and dials and slides and display screens. To the right of a. .." then, "Ed, I hate condoms, but..." as she reached over to the nightstand.I just rolled onto my back. She knows what she's doing. Worse yet, she giggles while she's doing it. "Stand up straight," she titters, her fingertips teasing the underside of my scrotum. My dick bounces from the stimulation. She looks at me. "Very good!" and unrolls the condom down the shaft."So much for foreplay," I commented.She giggled as she was maneuvering herself astride me. "I've been foreplaying in my head. You've proved me wrong again." "Well, I'm just full of surprises. Anyway, what'd you do with it, Devon?" "I had to check it out first. I'm not getting paid for it until I'm done with it. I need it for something." "Well, just what is it you need it for? I thought it was just a prototype. I mean, you can't use it, can you?" "Well, kinda. I have a friend that can read the info off it. And, no, it's not just a prototype. It's functional. Oni's been developing it for a secret project of their's. The.