The thing is that women have absolutely no conscience. It’s something they were all born without. Have you ever seen a woman truly feel guilt over a...ything she’s ever done? I need you to think about this question. Seriously. Right now, you’re running a thousand different images in your head. If you’re honest with yourself, you will see that I am right. Women cannot feel remorse. Or guilt. That’s because they have no conscience. That’s why they never keep their word, unless it somehow benefits. “And you know the best part of it all Zara? I get to see your reactions up close on this screen in front of me! Not to mention an up close shot of my little robot friends tickling your helpless soles both from the side and the front.”Zara now knew the purpose of the cameras she had seen previously. At this point she felt something start to tickle her other sole in the same spot.“OH NOOOOO HA HA PLEEEEEASE AHHHHHH!”Zara scrunched up her face trying to fight the tickling. She tried to move her. She felt terribly warm. Nancy gave a start when Bob's hand came to rest on the tingling tip of her right breast. Nancy forced herself to pull his tantalizing fingers away, but as she did his left hand came to rest on her thigh. Didn't he remember their pact? They had agreed to honor Bill's and her desire to cool it. He couldn't know that Bill had already broken his promise.Nancy's eyes were drawn to the TV screen and watched John pull off his pants. Her gaze, like the doctor's, locked on the. I looked at my friend. He was slowly stroking his cock. J. sat down on a lounge chair to the left side of the coffee table. She took a big sip of beer and started watching the starlet on TV showing the stud her pussy.I was nervous again. I wasn’t as hard as I had been. As I thought about it, there was no way this was a setup. My friend could not have known I was coming over or that I would pop in the tape. This made me relax a bit. This was just happening. I'd never even watched a porn with a.