I told him, "On the subject's side, I don't see any problem. We'll simply tell them it's a study of female masturbation—which isn't a total lie." "Why can't we do the same with those we recruit as lab assistants?" I thought about it for several moments, "We can, if we disguise the focus by having them report on several aspects of the changes in appearance and feel of all aspects of the genitalia." "Then that part is settled." He said, turning to a fresh page on his notepad. I went on to the next topic. "Now, I think we should put our assistants in white lab coats and insist they all dress the same; beige or tan slacks, white blouses, hair up, and we should hang stethoscopes around their necks." Dr. Geote chuckled, "Careful, you're starting to sound a lot like Stanley Milgram." Of course, he was referring to the infamous nineteen sixty-one psychological study at Yale University indian that went terribly wrong, resulting in long term psychological damage to the subjects, several even committing suicide. Milgram had gone out of his way to make his assistants appear to be professionals and 'authority figures' to intimidate his subjects to some degree. I let his comment slide by. "One last thing: I think it's going to be important to give the subjects as much privacy as possible during the masturbation stage." Dr. Geote nodded, "They can summon the lab assistant in with a buzzer when they feel they are sufficiently stimulated." I agreed, "Perfect." In the webcam interest of 'critical thinking', the objective being 'controlling' for as many variables as possible, more topics needed to be addressed. We'd already controlled for the appearance of masturbation the lab assistants, so we moved on to other things. First up was controlling for variances in the menstrual cycle of the subjects. We finally agreed on the second week following the end of menstruation. Actually, WHEN was not as important as making sure all of the subjects were at approximately the same stage in their cycle. We decided on written rather than verbal instructions to the lab assistants, and written rather than verbal questionnaires for the potential subjects to complete. We also agreed that we'd prefer to deal with only subjects who'd been at least somewhat sexually active prior to the experiment. We felt those would be better able to relax and would be less intimidated by the whole thing. I suggested we purchase a good supply of sheets and pillow cases for the rented gynecological exam table. Lying on cold Toys paper was something that had been difficult for even me to overcome in Dr. Posner's exam room. Of course, that meant we'd need access to laundry facilities. Dr. Geote suggested we pay our assistants twenty dollars per hour, and our chosen subjects fifty dollars for their participation. Wow! After adding that up in my head, I realized we were talking about major money, especially if we wanted a large pool of subjects, which we most certainly did. "Let me worry about that." Dr. Geote assured me. His response made me believe my little demonstration in Dr. Posner's office had amateur intrigued him more than he'd let on. I then started pumping amateur my cock in and out of her slowly with my hands on her waist. He said. His cellmate apparently took offense and beat him to death. It was time for me to resume my quest to murder Carmen Elisa. She froze and her spine tingled at the stimulation and the danger. She took a little bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her mouth. Come in sweetie, he seen you." “I have to feast on her.” She lit a candle, placing it in front of her, then bent her head to the floor. "Come on, let's give it a shot," she said. Lara came hard. When he was finished, he grinned at me, “I love that.” I've thought it over and have decided what I want in order to keep Toys silent about the crimes committed last night. “W-want what,” she moaned, her rocking increasing. I know you don't want to hear that about your masturbation girlfriend, but she came on to me. She practically raped me to get my dick in her mouth." “Nope. “She’s meeting Roger tonight. Boys and girls. Right then Irma came in and grabbed hold of me. “Poor dear,” I could hear coming from her. He had no way of knowing how many orgasms she had but it must have been pretty good. “Everyone, bow your heads now. I started to go faster, driving into her for all I could. Ginny, like almost everything else her innocent indian friend did, found Hermione’s rants amusing. I just had to edit her morality. She needed help from a very good lubricant, but other than that she was more than up to anything that webcam I desired. I phoned Lucy around 11:00 to tell her that I loved her and that I was only an hour from Wilmington. The force of conflicting emotions weakened Candy's knees. Deb dropped her husband's balls and got up off his stomach. I lean over to Jill and ask, “How does this place stay in business? Their feverish fucking creating heat and the windows of the trailer are visibly steamed up.