We need to try this out on some people." You want a focus group." Yeah, I guess so." Try this," said Saul, "let's have a New Year's party." How does t...at help?" Anne wanted to know."New Year's Day is a Tuesday. We could have people here for five days. All we have to do is set it up so that all they wear is Virtual Jewelry." Who do we ask?" You asked for an idea, not a plan. Anyone else?"Heather said, "We need people who won't run out and tell the world about this. We don't want to tip off any. Again, a quick flick of her tongue, and Jack's cock swelled further. Calmly, Becky started stroking the pulsating shaft back and forth. The cock jerked with each motion, making it harder and harder. Now she let go of it, watching it stand rigidly out from his body, pointing towards her face. It throbbed with power and desire. The cameraman knelt down in front of them, getting close to catch every movement. Becky grabbed Jack's cock, squeezing it as hard as she could. She felt the blood-filled. She glanced at the clock then put away her vibrator. Picking up a book from the bedside table, she began reading something by Nietzsche. She wasn't into it.I could have been ignoring him. Or talking to someone else, she thought, trying to justify her silence and hoping the strange man wouldn't go around blabbing that she was fake. I'm allowed to ignore him if I think he was rude, aren't I?She was sure he was being rude, asking questions the way he did. Or at least she was justified in thinking. Next she picked out 5 inch red heels, her husband's favorite. She looked in the mirror. She didn't need a bra, her round breasts held themselves up just fine.Brett had mentioned he would get behind her so she would leave off panties too. He would like that. She decided on bright red lip stick and grey eye shadow. Her blond hair she would fix retro, 50s style. Elegantly sexy. She took a deep breath. "You can do this." She told herself out loud.She texted her husband. "Can't wait."Jessica watched.