The boom-box was in his lap, the speakers pointing right at me, a little less than two meters away and just within my sphere of influence. Hmmm... I s...tarted probing the box, tracing the circuitry. My ability to zoom into details is growing exponentially too, though I haven't thought of a good way to measure it. If I had to guess, I could focus down to about 300 micrograms.I isolated a single input on a chip in the boom box. I traced the wire coming out of the chip on the printed circuit board. This time she swallowed his offering. She didn't think they had time for anything more than a quick shower. Besides, despite what she had heard when she was younger, she found she enjoyed it. She knew that Brock did. He orgasms were always so much more intense when was inside her than when she had used her hands.This time was no different. She felt his hand on her shoulder and knew he was fighting the impulse to grasp the back of her head to try to force more into her mouth, just as he always. I couldn’t help myself.“Shut up!” Daddy told me, “or I’ll give you something to really cry about.” He has said that to me plenty of times before, and I’ve always managed to quiet down, but this time I was just too scared. I tried, and I just ended up making stupid crying sounds instead. I braced myself to take the impact of the blow I was sure was coming to me, thinking about how unfair it was that he was so much bigger and stronger than I was, and how he was behind me so I didn’t even know. Agreeing to meet near the changing rooms after they got dressed, they then proceeded to have a quiet look around the building. One of the attendants had told them that there was a viewing gallery under the pool, with thick glass windows allowing an underwater view of the pool.Small signs led them down below the water level, and into a cramped basement room. To call this dim, chlorine smelling plumbing nightmare a gallery was a bit of a joke. Nonetheless, Janice wanted to see how clear the view.