First her knees, then her thighs reflecting back to her. He was right. She did have magnificent legs. But it was her softly tufted crotch that made he... gasp. The transparent little blue thong that covered it did more to feature it rather than cover.Somehow, even through the light gauze, she thought she could see the inner folds of her labia! She had somehow opened up with all the anticipation. Plus, her wetness had made the material even more transparent.Finally, she allowed her right hand to. "By the month, well six months in fact." Indeed," said I, "well, that is the sort of thing we are fighting against, that sort of slavery. I'm shocked." I was enjoying myself thoroughly."She agreed," he whined as I eased the pressure on his neck, "she agreed."Again the girl nodded, just once, looking sad, as much a phony as I was, but now we were in this playlet together."She has changed her mind," I said and then looked at her, hard-eyed, "haven't you."She nodded several times, tossing curls. As everyone left their seats, Mrs. Johnson called to me, "Alec, would you mind staying behind for a few minutes?"Her husband didn't seem to notice her request and continued to gather his belongings at his desk."Sure," I said, trying to play it cool. What could she want?I walked towards her and she just silently stood there looking at me. She glanced over at her husband and watched him packing up. It was an awkward few minutes."Bye, darling," he said, kissing his wife on the cheek. Then, he shot. Three times in a row. I have to remember that."Well, I'm ready. Shall we do it?" I asked boldly.Carl pushed some buttons and twirled some knobs. Colored lights flickered on and off as the machine hummed louder. He punched some numbers into his keyboard. Once again the room started to spin out of control. I felt funny. My head started to spin and I felt lightheaded. I shook, I started to sweat. My mind started to race at a fast pace. I was out of control and there was no stopping it now.I woke.