Down a little...then slowly...a little higher.They actually felt very nice, these little moths, even if the position she was in wasn’t very comforta...le. But they were getting very close to the edge of her panties! Oh god, they were there! First they traced the lace edge around her hip toward the front of her thigh, then slowly began to drift back. Oh god, they were slipping under the elastic—they were under her panties!She desperately wanted to move, or to at least cry out to stop, but she. She had planned for someone to watch her ordeal, and then come and claim her. But they had turned off before the end, and had not been sent their details.Her computer had recorded what had happened to her, and she could send the stream to anyone she wanted, but the computer would not reveal who had watched her for a while, could have become her owner, and then turned off too early. Leaving Justine to live her life the way she now was.Unlike in Catherine’s story, Justine had actually gone out. ”“Thank you. You’re a doll yourself.”“I didn’t marry for the sex, either, baby, but just WOW!”“I know. I’m almost paralyzed.”Happily married. That was before. Now we’re happily married and in possession of a few million dollars. Between that and sexual satisfaction, one can go to sleep with a smile.I woke up in the middle of the night. Jay and I had rolled in opposite directions, so I was facing away from him and I’m half awake and I find that empty arms are not to my liking. Happily, my Jay is. . he could break free from the social conditioning of his upbringing only so far. He was still a bit of a schmuck at heart, at least in some ways. He could be toughened and smartened up a little, but he would only go so far. Religious backgrounds carried so much baggage, after all, though at least his religion was civilized and aloof, didn’t try to convert people. Fundamentalist Christianity was nothing short of pure medieval barbarism and absurd superstition in my book, and it tended to spread.