The action around the bed was increasing as I felt the mattress bouncing under me from their body weight, as I still couldn't see anything. What were ...hey up to now, as I could hear them talking and laughing loudly. Suddenly I felt a cold shock against my ass cheeks, and it continued upwards. The coldness penetrated my wet thick lips, as I quickly got accustomed the cool sensation. "Raise your ass up as far as you can Tai" somebody instructed me. As I did what I was told, the coldness turned. These were live sex performances, but far from plain stripping, the people on stage would play parts, much like in a porn movie. The story lines fit just about every interest - incest, interracial, BDSM?they satisfied people for miles around. The actors were not given full scripts and were encouraged to ad-lib, but they still had detailed character descriptions.A 20 year old brunette named Natalie sat in the front office of the theater. Natalie had been trying for years to make it as a. She had a nice smile. Hopefully, they would see a lot more of it from here on out.“We should celebrate,” Logan went on. “Let us feast! Let’s see...” He tapped thoughtfully at his lower lip. “We have cooked bristle pig, smoke strips of bristle pig, and ... oh yes, burnt bristle pig.”Beauty smiled. Karen giggled.“It doesn’t matter,” Karen replied. “You do recall that I did not even remember the taste of meat before meeting you, don’t you?” She looked up at Logan. “I’m beginning to remember a lot. Trained and professional, all in smart jackets and open shirts. Obviously they had to be agents of some sinister government agency, who were after the aliens and their massive secret! Even the smallest was a good six foot, and big with it. They must have guns too - this was America.Claude cursed to himself. The messages between himself and Cyan must have been picked up. Of course! Merde. Had he mentioned the ageing? Or the spaceship? Well the DDOS and Tor had probably tripped all kinds of.