He now also suffered from Parkinson's so stayed home with the club. His wife, Phyllis, drove semi-tractor trailers during the week, leaving Jim on his...own. She'd arrive late every Friday night and stay home for each weekend's party. She had a co-driver who would drive during the weekend. They'd been swingers since their 30's and started the club when they'd seen the need. Where most clubs are 'off-premise', meaning no sexual action at the club itself, more of a meet and greet, theirs was. Would slide the harmonic of our shielded hall just enough to let Boddington Control join the video feed through the portal. The monitor before us was hopefully flashing Makhtar all sorts of warning notices of the many operations that were now being done in the restricted kernel and data regions of the OS, but the hologram in the glass kept showing the dull status of an idle system. We were on our way!Time: January 3, 8244 10:43 PMThree days after returning to my palace at the capital, we were. Wanting to go for a slightly different "look" I drew my long blonde hair back and pulled it into a high ponytail and secured it with a pretty pink hair bow to go with my blouse. The ponytail swished girlishly as I moved my head and made me feel so pretty and feminine. With an extra spray of my favourite perfume I was ready!The day at the office was very routine and I kept myself feeling good by continually crossing and uncrossing my legs to feel the gorgeous sensation of my nylon clad stockings. ." "WHAT!!" Sara said. "You peeping tom bastards!" "My name is Kleznor, not Tom," the smug little alien replied. "As Isaid, we have observed your self-pleasuring sessions and measured the response with our long-range sensors, and your capacity for orgasmic pleasure is the highest we have ever encountered in our search for the perfect earth female. Therefore, we have captured you." "And what do you intend to do with me?" Sara said. Her mind wasracing. How could she get out of this? "We.