I retrieve the transmitter from my jean's pocket as my sister shows me what she's written. It looks perfect but I'm a little hesitant.

"I'll be the guinea pig again," Susan assures me as she sits cross-legged on the floor in front of me, her hairless pussy splayed open and slick with her juices. Raising one eyebrow and pointing to the transmitter, she hands me the paper.

"Focus, Nick," Susan laughs.

"I am focusing," I respond.

"Not on that, on the paper," she says. "Do you want me to get dressed?" she teases.

"No... I'll read this." The command Susan has prepared is longer than any command I've ever given...