" *********************************** The next week was a long one, but I managed to get my Christmas shoppingdone. I tried not to think about the p...rty, but I couldn't help it, because,instead of sugar plums, dreams of wild orgies kept dancing in my head. I wishedI were more experienced at such things. The Saturday before Christmas we met up at Mr. Miller's again. I was a littlesurprised that everyone showed up. I know I had second thoughts. After we alldressed in our Santa suits (I. He kept face fucking her harder, once again I could see her starting to struggle under his grip, her small body flailing this way and that. Then he was all the way in, she went limp again, I guess, she was careful not move to make it hurt even more. His ball sack was now resting against her nose and eyes, slowly he moaned, now making small pumping motions back and forth, I could tell he was about to cum. I was glad for that. Sure enough his spasms set in, he wasn't going to pull out either, he. Like you, Max." Her voice sounded thick and unnatural with her ears plugged."I'll reserve comment on that. We connected the neuro-transmitter in your skull directly to your primary visual cortex, bypassing the optic nerve. We're able to upload whole sequences of visual images directly into your brain--much like you see when you dream. "Now, let's see some images that we're going to be working with, shall we?" He stepped behind a rostrum with computer keyboard, and his fingers tapped a few. “What are we doing here?” I paid our admissionfees, and got $5 worth of tokens, to go with the tworolls over quarters in my pockets. We “browsed” for aminute or two, and then headed for the video booths.Several men were cruising the booths, and all watchedas we stepped into a booth that I knew had a gloryhole.A pretty young woman was a rarity here, especially backthen!“What the Hell are we doing here?” Ann asked again.“I’m going to suck a cock, if.