What... what is all this," Megan asked a bit put off by the camera in the back of the room.

"Before I answer that, let me get you strapped in and attached to the machine," Drake replied, grasping her hand softly, holding it in his hand as his other pressed down the small of her back, pushing her gently towards the chair.

"Sit, sit and relax Megan."

"Alright," she replied, sitting down, only to abruptly feel her best friend, the only man she really ever trusted, strapping her arms to the arms of the chair.

"What... what the hell are you," Megan tried to ask only to feel his hands gliding down her bare thighs, holding her firmly in place, spreading them slightly as he strapped her ankles against the legs of the chair.

"What the, what are you doing?" she asked, her grinding her teeth together as eyes-brows pressed inward, knowing that from that vantage point he could easily see her pink panties or possible even more.

"Right now," Drake laughed, "Not what you think," Drake replied, "I need to strap you down firmly so that the machine can get a good reading on you." He said.

"Reading?" Megan asked, a bit unsure what he meant