The black silhouette that stepped naughtyoffice through the open portal and naughtyoffice into her room padded lightly to the side of her naughtyoffice bed, stopping as if naughtyoffice to appreciate the lithe form even night goggles could ascertain was beneath the covers.

There was naughtyoffice a slight hiss from a canister, followed by images a gentle mist that fell down over her naughtyoffice Maria's face, visible only as it passed through the small streaks of light that were otherwise unseen except as spots on the floor.

Contact pads naughtyoffice were carefully fitted loosely between the framework and Maria's head naughtyoffice at several points... five at the base of her naughtyoffice neck, more continuing up and over naughtyoffice the center of her head from back to front naughtyoffice. One side of the pads conformed naughtyoffice to the silver harness, with the other side showing short, needle-like wires naughtyoffice that would allow naughtyoffice contact with the scalp despite the presence of thick, auburn naughtyoffice hair.

There was purpose, although it was impossible to fathom.

Her lips went from a smile naughtyoffice to a grimace and back again at blinding speed... the effect was naughtyoffice nearly comic in its obsessed motion. Her naughtyoffice dilated eyes naughtyoffice moved back and forth naughtyoffice and up and down, as if following a series of invisible, supersonic events. Faster and faster they moved, from point to point, almost blurring naughtyoffice in their inhuman speed naughtyoffice.

"God, Maria, I don't know what I was thinking!"

"How are naughtyoffice our two naughtyoffice new recruits doing?"

"They don naughtyoffice't naughtyoffice see them."

The picture showed two women naughtyoffice sitting at a kitchen table, naked and completely free of body hair, except for their eyebrows ... but even they had been plucked and sculpted with naughtyoffice incredible care. They were smiling naughtyoffice vacantly at each other naughtyoffice, conversing lightly.

One naughtyoffice was eating a bar images of soap naughtyoffice covered in hand lotion. From what could be seen, she was enjoying her meal immensely.

With impeccable handwriting, each had written across her own chest, in bright red lipstick images, the words, "PHASE ONE COMPLETE naughtyoffice."

"I see. So their acceptance of naughtyoffice these things naughtyoffice as normal tells you more than if they naughtyoffice were merely given instructions of obedience."

"As you desire, Andrea naughtyoffice."

"Andrea naughtyoffice rising," said a tinny, female voice.

"You're welcome, Governor."

Thelma couldn't resist guessing. "So Phil and you are going naughtyoffice to finally tie the knot naughtyoffice?"

There was an unexpectedly tense pause.

Thelma naughtyoffice felt her political convictions about the rights of naughtyoffice consenting adults naughtyoffice conflict with the naughtyoffice aspirations she had for naughtyoffice her daughter naughtyoffice, and with what, deep inside, she felt was normal and not normal.

Thelma sat at her desk with the phone to her ear... "If you'd like to make a naughtyoffice call, please hang up, and try naughtyoffice your call again. If you need help, hang naughtyoffice up, and naughtyoffice then..." She shook herself out of her daze as the naughtyoffice recorded naughtyoffice voice chided her for her inattention, and hung up naughtyoffice before naughtyoffice the awful beeping started. 'I need to wake naughtyoffice up,' she thought , mentally pinching herself. Except... reality wasn't cooperating. It was a nightmare naughtyoffice, and waking up wasn't an option. 'I love you, too naughtyoffice, little girl naughtyoffice,' she thought with a twinge of pain.

"Yes, Tim naughtyoffice, cancel my afternoon appointments."

Thelma got herself a cup of coffee from a small silver service in the corner of the room, and came back to sit in a chair opposite this naughtyoffice mysterious woman. She had naughtyoffice hoped that seeing Ms. Johannsen might bring a sense of normalcy to the last twenty-four hours, but it simply was not the case naughtyoffice.

The woman naughtyoffice was in naughtyoffice her late naughtyoffice twenties, perhaps naughtyoffice five-foot-five, but the black platform high-heeled boots naughtyoffice she wore brought her up to nearly six feet. She was conservatively dressed otherwise, at least at first naughtyoffice glance, but her clothes exuded a kind of seductive grace that was at once disturbing and intimidating.

"I'm sure it naughtyoffice doesn't hurt that I recruited your daughter away from a lucrative position and an incredibly bright future."

'Charming and naughtyoffice incredibly frank,' she thought, once the initial embarrassment had passed. "Well, yes naughtyoffice, actually naughtyoffice, that fact did pique images my interest. I do naughtyoffice have naughtyoffice a certain... maternal concern. May I ask exactly naughtyoffice what your images company does, Ms. Johannsen?"

Coming back around to the naughtyoffice Governor's naughtyoffice front, she said, smiling, "I'm sorry if it's uncomfortable, Thel, dear. You should have seen the first one, though . Big bulky full-head helmet naughtyoffice, kind of like a cleaning bucket that weighed about twenty pounds... I had to drug the inventor to keep him naughtyoffice still while naughtyoffice I fitted it onto him. Shortly after that, though, he worked day and night to develop this version. And within images the next few days, I'm expecting something that will fit onto a pair of glasses, or in dentures, or... well isn't it just exciting?" Andrea shook images Thelma's head up naughtyoffice and down. "I knew naughtyoffice you'd naughtyoffice think so." she said, laughing softly.

She watched the progress naughtyoffice, her hand unconsciously reaching naughtyoffice up to fondle her breast. She moaned slightly, her tongue gently moistening her lips, as Thelma's arm naughtyoffice dropped and her eyes widened.

"Thelma... wake naughtyoffice up. Thelma."

"More than even yourself. But naughtyoffice you already naughtyoffice knew that naughtyoffice."

"By the way, I have to tell you... I'm really rather touched that you've admitted you still love me images, even with all we've been through."

"Thelma... wake naughtyoffice up. Thelma.

"That's right. In fact, if I haven't given naughtyoffice you something to naughtyoffice do, you feel naughtyoffice all hollow and naughtyoffice empty naughtyoffice inside. It's so sad, but so true."

"So... ummm... true."

"And whose cunt is it naughtyoffice you naughtyoffice want to lick and suck?"

"Yours, Andrea... I have to prove naughtyoffice..."

"Oh naughtyoffice jesus, yes suck my... lick ohhhhh... yesssss god do it to my little clit mmmmmm god naughtyoffice i naughtyoffice'm gonna... so fucking close... there... nnnng... like that... yesssssss... holy fucking... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

Raising herself from naughtyoffice Thelma naughtyoffice's naughtyoffice face, she straightened her naughtyoffice skirt and shook her head, flinging her sweat across the coffee table.

"Awwww, poor baby... so needy... so horny... mmmm and I know just the thing for naughtyoffice you..."

The lines of her neck stood naughtyoffice out as she strained, her naughtyoffice large naughtyoffice, spheroid naughtyoffice breasts a shared testament to her youth and to her plastic surgeon.

"You don't have naughtyoffice to struggle images. Pretend this is a nightmare naughtyoffice and naughtyoffice that you will awaken soon."

"Now, now naughtyoffice, Ramona... is naughtyoffice that any naughtyoffice way to treat someone with a gift? Please look up."

Ramona glanced naughtyoffice angrily upward and Veronica could see it as she started to move her naughtyoffice eyes back down to naughtyoffice the control room window. But the Infusor was like fly naughtyoffice paper to the woman's naughtyoffice brain. She simply could not look away on her own. And naked, immobile, breathing easier now, she was so much naughtyoffice the fly in Veronica's sticky web naughtyoffice.

"You did naughtyoffice very, very well, Ramona."

"Do you know naughtyoffice what this is?"

"Yeah, well, her tough luck."

Ramona responded immediately as the vaginal and anal probes sent electrical naughtyoffice bliss into her lower body. The naughtyoffice witch's brew of sensual naughtyoffice stimulants added to the intense sensations, registering in cascading tingles through naughtyoffice the inside of her head... god naughtyoffice... she had naughtyoffice never felt anything so good...

She brought up the next naughtyoffice slide naughtyoffice, a picture of Robert naughtyoffice Morgan naughtyoffice, Ramona's fiance.

"I suppose I love him."

"One naughtyoffice more series of pictures, Ramona." Veronica projected the next slide.

She naughtyoffice closed her eyes as naughtyoffice she continued. "Do you think that would please her? Would it? All I naughtyoffice want to do naughtyoffice is make her happy. I'll do anything to do that. I naughtyoffice don't fucking care what it is. She is the most important person in my life... she's everything . Ohhhhh god it makes me want to cum just to know naughtyoffice I naughtyoffice'm obeying and serving and pleasing Andrea... so good so good so good images...yessss Andrea.... eclipsing the SUN..."

With the key words that naughtyoffice Veronica naughtyoffice had been waiting naughtyoffice for images, she naughtyoffice pressed a final naughtyoffice button, and naughtyoffice listened as Ramona naughtyoffice screamed naughtyoffice, bringing forth Veronica's own naughtyoffice scream of ecstasy and obedience, the two women blasting out their love and lust for Andrea... Andrea... into the electric air, with only the thick pane of glass separating their naughtyoffice single thought... of cumming... and images cumming... and cumming... for... Andrea...