” “Where do you want to go first? You do know what I mean, don’t you?” He looked confused. With a deep breath, so that I didn’t slur my wor...s, and with a straight face, I blurted out, “I know exactly what you mean. Now take me home!” The look of disappointment, on his face, was wonderful. My mouth slowly broke into a smile as I told him, “My parents are away, and the house is empty!” “Funny girl!” he muttered. The drink was definitely taking an effect on me as we sped along the city roads.. But I suppose when you boil it down to the basics he's no different than me.I imagine it's more difficult to understand why I'm doing this. He, at least, is receiving physical pleasure from this act. The stimulation I'm receiving is almost all mental. The little vibrator in my novelty underwear feels nice. But it's the idea that I'm performing this degrading act, with an audience no less, that provides most of my stimulation.I wonder, too, what Josh is getting out of this. I would have thought. . And he will rock and rock in the chair, ... and rock and rock in Mommy, ... until the honey is flowing freely, and ... Daddy and Mommy will rock ... together in the chair, ... and rock against ... each other as well ... Then they will be real real happy ... They will try to keep you happy too ... N'est-ce pas, ma femme?" Certainment, mon mari," I said. And we rocked in silence for a minute while Bob played more and more with my hair and earlobes, and The Kitten played less and less with my. He has prepared a briefing paper, if you'd care to review it, Bob," Jon'a-ren said."I asked Michael if he knows anything in particular about the disappearance," Bob stated, a bit impatiently."Bob, I think this is one of those rare times when the less you know, the better off you will be," Michael said, in a soft and flat voice.Bob's eyebrows met each other at the top of his forehead. He studied Michael's facial expression for several long moments. Michael returned the look and never blinked; he.