She actually managed to transmit her thought tornado through her kiss.I was almost worried the strong thoughts meant the kiss was not well received. O...n the contrary, she just did not understand why I would possibly want to kiss her. She was barely able to imagine that anyone would want to buy her a drink and I had gone and kissed her. Apparently, T-BAG had told her she was an ugly, stupid slut. As had his friends. And their friends. Basically, every boy she had ever dated had told her she was. .to invite more Punishment, you understand. But with thehelp of some new drugs and a bit of persuasion, we got them all to goalong with the program."The women walk deeper into the lab, past a man running nude on atreadmill with his hands bound behind his back and a small weighthanging from his scrotum."So they not only work for free as Research Subjects," the blonde muses,"But they actually pay for the privilege?" That's right," the Brunette replies as they round a corner and approacha glass. The Ponders End workshops and foundries have nurtured an ingenious a group of engineers. Their motivation is sometimes more in the fascination of their work than in their financial reward, which is an unfortunate trait that has led to a number of them falling by the wayside over the years, but their craftsmanship cannot be faulted. As is my usual practice when needing their services, I had taken a simple sketch of the device that I wished them to construct. We spent some time in discussion of. Of course, with Phillipa and Mary awake we could not do anything overtly sexual. Nevertheless we all stayed naked, which the girls took in their stride. It did give the three of us adults opportunities for physical contacts, when hopefully the girls werent watching. Mummy? What is John doing to your nipple? Oh, dear! Caught! Hes squeezing it, Phillipa. Why, mummy? Because he knows that I like it. At about 5pm Helens phone rang. Wendy was home and wondering where her mum was. Minutes later Wendy.