Chapter 642 Neuro Submission Transmitter: 67
- "It was designed for something besides wearing in public." Mom says, laughing. "That's for sure." I'm checking out Maggie's hardening nipples, while she's glancing at my crotch. Mom is taking her packages into the bedroom.
- "The transmitter is charged." I tell her, lowering my voice so mom won't hear.
- "Good." She smiles. "What time shall I expect you?" She whispers. "I want to be ready."