Jennifer called the next morning. Jill was taking her shopping down in Cardiff for 'girl stuff'. She promised me a surprise tomorrow. I spent the day working with the recordings and improving the filters that removed the personal overtones. I also worked on compressing the files, removing extraneous minor sensations. The files were down to a size that would fit easily in an average tablet or smartphone. This prompted me to port the player from my program to my tablet. The filtered files had a lower bandwidth requirement. I cobbled up an adapter from the headset cable to USB. It was a lash-up rig, but when I tested a few parts of files, it worked. If anything, it worked better. Without the the extraneous stimulus, the feelings were, for lack of better Japanese Porn terms, cleaner and crisper. After that I worked late building a modified headset designed to work with the tablet version of the player. I couldn't wait for the girls to give it a try. I spent some time straightening my workroom, and managed to get to bed by two in the morning. Of course, I overslept. My phone woke me just before nine that morning. Jennifer sounded happy and excited. Come and get them, right now! I managed to get myself together and picked them up about forty minutes later. They ran out to the car, both in track suits. Jennifer was in lime green, Jill 's suit was an eye searing, florescent pink. Jill had an japanese enormous purse, Jennifer carried two paper shopping bags. oriental They both got in the back seat. “Home, James!” commanded Jill, in an imperious voice. “Fine,” I shot back, “but I don't know where you live.” “Your house, silly.” Jennifer giggled. They spent the ride whispering and giggling. I knew they were up to something, but figured I'd know soon enough. The girls practically dragged me into the house and down to the dungeon. Once there, they parked me on my chair, told me not to peek and moved behind me. After a few moments of whispers, giggles and the rustling of cloth they told me I could look. I turned, and my jaw dropped! They stood, side by side, turned a quarter toward each other, faces teens turned to me, asian near leg slightly cocked, backs slightly arched, wearing . . . something . . . both were in matching outfits, all black leather. There was a corset kind of thing, I think called a bustier, pushing their tits up, leaving their nipples exposed. A garter belt holding up black fish net stockings, and crotch-less, black satin panties. Her breath quickened as her trembling legs buckled and she sank to her knees. “But, isn’t he..?” “Very well. My father and I could see oriental Karen's crotch was wet. “Why do we need to rule the world? teens I used the downstairs half bath, and met Alex as she was coming out. I’m beat and want Japanese Porn some sleep. Maybe you guys would like to ‘come’ again? The façade asian was cracking, and I had to act before it shattered. Yes! Lots of drama,” japanese she answered.