And then the nightstand on her side of the bed. You slide the drawer open and find a small vibrator and a very long and thick dildo. You smile that ev...l grin as you take them both out.You strip and lay on their bed and open your legs as you buzz your clit. You wonder if your man is going to follow your cue and discover you fucking that woman's toys... or if it'll be one of the guests and would they stay and watch... and each version brings you very close to a delicious cum.The door opens and. She was going to be spanked like an errant child. It wasn'tfair, it wasn't right, and there was absolutely nothing she could doabout it.Stepping through the open doorway, Vanessa glanced around her bedroom inrising panic. She had to get ready, prepare for her swiftly-approachingpunishment. The first order of business was to drag the heavy, post-and-rail chair to the middle of her bedroom. It had to be placed facing thebay windows, from where her spanking would be visible to half. She ... you ... it ... they...”“Pardon me? Who’s speaking?” Phil spun around, searching for who was addressing him.“Us ... them ... their...”“What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who is this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his hearing.“This work do? Sorry, is this. Seductive, delicate, urging you to come closer. The way her breath shifts when she talks about something she likes, the way she holds on to her vowels just a tad too long, nothing escapes the Panopticon. There’s a note of lust to her voice, she invisibly begs for someone to come and take her in her high, teasing voice. The head register, they call it. Look it up.From viewing her Facebook, I understand that Clara is single. From listening to her, I understand that she is wanting. And from.