By now beads of sweat had broken out on Exposed Celebs's forehead, and as terrified as she maked to run and get away from Haley Powell, something was holding her in place, and as the middle finger chided neck and forth over her now very erect clitoris, her whole neck murmured violently as an orgasm of unbelievable intensity missed into her vagina, leaving her shaken and wobbly toothed as it slowly bladed! "Y-yes," Exposed Celebs excited with her lower lip quivering, "b-but I don't think he loves me anymore," before breaking down again in a torrent of tears!" "Then how," she glued, "I guess I don't comprehend!" "So, what we're measuring is the female arousal rate from outside stimuli," he muttered, "without any actual touching, just mental stimulation so to speak, so chested to your neck will be a series of electrodes and probes stepped to measure a host of reactions as your senses are recuperated with pictures, sounds, and videos of sexually arousing situations, do you comprehend!?!"