By comparison, what she was wearing tonight seemed like... well, she couldn't even remember what it was like, there not being much of a frame of refer...ence in recent history for her.One thing Tulsa hadn't had any recent experience in was wearing makeup like she did in her pre-slave days. Sure, she still used makeup regularly, but it was always applied in a slutty manner, to make her look like a street whore. Tonight, she was going to appear as close as possible to the way she looked that night. Its a bunch of satellites, thattell the phone where its at." she adds."Really?" Yep...but my phones, do that far better than the regular ones. Mineuse the DARPA-Military satellites and with that. This phone here, cantell you where its at, to the quarter inch! Even in this building! ANDif your worried...my phones can't be tracked...unless you want them tobe? Or they can't be bugged or traced!" she boasts even prouder."So can this tell me...how far something is away from me in adirection?" Yep to. My cock was meanwhile hardening at the view, and beginning to stand up, so I thought it would be best to turn over, onto my stomach, as I didn’t want to make a scene. But of course that only improved my view because by then I was looking right up between her legs, just a couple of metres away. She had tried two or three times to get the attention of her companion by stroking his back, but he didn’t seem interested. What a waste, I thought, such a pity! And then she had a gesture that I will. “Well, what do you expect? I can’t keep in touch with my friends. I said I would keep a picture diary. And I’m sure Rick will dump me, if he thinks I don’t care!” Debbie shrieked back.“You didn’t seem to care last Friday when your father and I decided to book this little trip. We need some family bonding time before your brother goes to college. Although, you had a bit of head start!” Millie barked back, doing nothing to calm the situation.“What the fuck are you talking about?” Debbie.