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Neuro submission transmitter 6

... reach the top of the stairs and turn to the right. "This is the control room." Christina says, in a dull monotone voice, as she opens a door. We step inside what was once a bedroom, but now looks like a NASA control center. There are computers and monitors on a counter top all along one wall and a big screen, plasma monitor on a sidewall. On the wall opposite the computers are shelves with hundreds of DVDs and in the center of the room is a large sofa with ottomans in front of it making it as big as a bed. It is obviously set up so that you can relax while you're watching whatever is on the plasma screen. "Explain how this works." I tell Christina, as I adjust my hard cock. "Use your normal voice with normal intonations." I add, because I really can't stand that transmitter-induced monotone. Christina is facing us and I can't help but stare at her pussy and the thin strip of hair over it. "What the fuck is that?" Maggie asks, pointing to Maggie's mound. "Why doesn't she just shave it? Is that supposed to be sexy?" She asks. "Do you find that sexy, Nick?" Maggie asks me. "Not particularly, Maggie." I answer, anxious to get on with the explanation. "But that's what you see in all the men's magazines." I answer. "Hmmm." She answers, obviously contemplating her own untrimmed, hairy mound. "Each of these computers controls several cameras." Christina explains. "The video is recorded directly onto the hard drive of each computer. It is set up to record all the time. We can ...

... monitor it real time, or pull up a recorded segment of video. Each computer has a one terabyte hard drive and depending on how many cameras are attached to it, will record for about eight hours. Once the hard drive is full, it automatically begins recording over the earliest files. Sort of like the DVR on your TV." "Where is the video of us in the exercise room yesterday?" I ask Christina. "It's over here." She says, sitting down at a computer and typing a few keystrokes. The plasma monitor comes to life, displaying full size video of Christina and I fucking on the rowing machine. "Holy shit!" Maggie exclaims, moving closer to the monitor for a better look. "Your tits hardly move at all." Maggie says, turning to Christina and hefting one breast with her hand. "Damn, that's heavy." She laughs. "Tell her to burn a DVD and then erase the original video." Maggie says, turning to me. "Also tell her, that as she shows us around the house, she will get progressively more aroused." I do as she says and Christina inserts a blank DVD into the computer's drive and clicks the mouse a few times. A tracking bar appears on the screen, telling us that it is 2% complete. As the DVD is burning, Christina gives us a tour of the rest of the house. My cock is rock solid, as I follow this naked beauty from room to room. Her nipples are hardening and her pussy lips glistening from the moisture seeping from her pussy, as her arousal level gradually increases. There are four bedroom suites upstairs, each ...