She couldn't put her finger on it, but Craig just seemed to be acting different somehow. He wasn't the usual, swaggering butthead who so irritated her... most of the time.Suddenly, something clicked. Craig had just called her "Cher." And before that, her best friend had used the hated "Chair" when addressing her. Twice, in fact.She went quiet. She was at a complete loss. None of this made sense. She couldn't come up with any hypothesis to investigate. She turned to look at Craig, and then back at. He took another deep breath before continuing in a determined voice. "I've had girl friends that have stayed overnight but I've never lived with a woman since leaving home. I'm a guy Susan. I can't help looking when you and the girls walk around in those night gowns we bought. I can't help thinking how good they look, on all of you. I know you have noticed some of the 'come hither' looks that Mandy has tried on me and you just laugh at them but they do make me think. I can't help but think. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped forward, relaxing her pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was completed, the box would send a mild shock to the dildo -- just a few volts but enough to make the girl squirm from its fiery bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again, and so on, until the connection was broken. So she had a choice, this girl. It in that position, good face fucking was possible, and that’s what we had. His thrusts were tender but insistent; my throat opened to take all of him in me and I wasn’t choking. Most of his load, very impressive for a second cum while drunk, shot right down my throat, but I was able to get a mouthful of his cum. It would have been better if it was less ‘stale boozy’ in taste, but I still enjoyed it.At last we slept deeply and for a while. It was bright when we woke, heads nestled in each.