.. Whathappened?" she blurted out. Whatever this was had to be bad, theirparents loved Brian, sometimes she felt like they loved him more thanher."I d...idn't do anything bad I promise... I tried to tell them something..."Brian started to say, but the thought that April might turn on him aswell, scared him into silence..." What could you have told them?" she asked, then it dawned on her... Theway Brian had always been, she had questioned his sexuality more thanonce... No matter what, he was still. "So you see, the word you used to describe those chairs -- motivation -- sounded like it might be helpful. Although I must say $325 sounds a little on the high side."She looked me over for a few minutes, and finally commented, "For some people it would be high. For the right customers, though, it's cheap at the price. Let's go see a demonstration."She got up and headed through the back door into the warehouse as I wondered how you "demonstrate" a chair.The warehouse was dim and echoed with. She was worried about being caught, so she stood on top of the toilet lid where no one could see her legs, if they walked in. Then placing the top of her head on the front wall for support, she proceeded to massage her throbbing clit. In her left hand she held the panties, she had developed such a love hate relationship with today, tightly under her nose, smelling them, drinking in their musky aroma.Unknown to the otherwise occupied blonde, two stalls over a young Goth girl with her feet up,. It gave me time to reflect on how we had ended up here.Fred and I met via comment communication on an adults-only web site. It was a benign site that was filled with pictures of the poster's girlfriends, wives, or themselves. While that suggests all participants were male, an overwhelming number were. It was rare to see a contribution under a female name and it is hard not to be skeptical. There were no boundaries, but it appeared none were needed, as users tended to police themselves. There.