It would kill him. He knows she’s stuck on you in some way and he’s afraid that being with you would explode his whole world. He’s right, too. S...he’d dump him in a second if she thought she could have you. You’ve told me a lot about your history, remember?”“True. And don’t think that I haven’t noticed that you’re getting pretty risqué these days, young lady!”“I’m just having fun. With the exception of the thing with Joyce at Thanksgiving, it’s all just teasing and fun.”“And that?”“I don’t know,”. ”“Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.”“Tell me. Do you do private events,” the customer inquired.“On occasion.”“Here’s my card. Call me Monday.”“Sure thing!”Wilk went back to work ensuring things operated smoothly. At the end of his shift, he reconciled the inventory and completed his paperwork. He spotted Royalty wrapping up as well. “You need a ride tonight?”“That’d be great, chef,” Royalty admitted.“Car still in the shop?”“Nah. I let my sister use it tonight,” shared the twenty-four. It was like making love to a robot. She couldn’t move much because of the wires so I played the more active role. The sensors lit up wildly as she reached a mild orgasm. I could hear the hard drives recording all the activity. I still needed to compare the results against the control I would take later in the day. It took a while and lots and lots of fucking leading to many orgasms, but I finally felt I had the integral data. When I played it into Marti her monitor lit like a psychedelic. Yet they were all casting the occasional quick coquettish glance in my wife’s direction. Then rapidly drawing their eyes away, as if they can’t decide whether she was invading there private domain or if they wanted to see her naked. I also noticed one good looking early twenties couple giggling in the far corner facing the wall as they shakily handle a very large latex dildo. Moving within earshot, I could faintly hear them discussing what they should tell the guy at the counter. Perhaps that.