In the living room, me two lead me to what looked like a briefcase on the coffee table. On the briefcase, there was a handwritten note. It looked like... my handwriting, really bad. I picked up the note and managed to read what it said, "Novikov says you have to invent this now." It had my signature. I was just puzzling on that, when me two pressed the button on top of the briefcase. The note had been covering the button, until I picked it up. I felt a bit weird, then the briefcase disappeared. Me. Johnson was staring at her crotch and eventually nodded towards it. Kelly knew what he wanted. She also kept the conversation going as she spread her knees and pulled her skirt to her waist. Mr. Johnson smiled as he looked at her twat, which was getting wetter by the second. He nodded again, in the middle of a sentence about problems he was having with the guy who plows his driveway. She used both hands to spread her pussy wide open and held it that way for a full minute. He smiled broadly.. Tonya realized that she could move freely; it confused her, since she didn't remember being released from the test bench, but she couldn't feel anything restraining her movements. She walked, or something that felt like walking to her, anyway; whatever she was walking on appeared to be solid, so she cautiously made her way forward.As she moved forward, her steps slid, giving Tonya the feeling that she was skating, her years of training letting her legs adapt to the slippery surface instantly.. His nimble fingers teased and tickled my flesh with soft strokes and slow movements. I grabbed his hands which finally reached my waist, and forced them back up my body, pressing them firmly against me as they traveled. I led them to my satin bra and showed them where the front clasp was before raising my hands above my head so that he could do what he pleased with the new information.He gladly accepted the hint and immediately undid the small clasp, freeing my breasts from their confinement..