Where was she, and how did she get there?" She was lying directly in front of the door to the sick bay. From bloodstains on the door and wall, I would...say that she had managed to walk that far before collapsing and dying. She was suffering from numerous abrasions and contusions, on all parts of her body, and she had been raped repeatedly. The rapes may have been symbolic, however, since no trace of sperm was found. The immediate cause of death was pressure on her brain from internal bleeding,. I was jolted back to reality by a gentleman greeting me warmly; as though he had known me my entire life, but I couldn’t place him at all. As I continued into the gallery, I was welcomed by a smattering of applause by people as they recognized me. The news of my arrival spread throughout gallery as the tenor of those in attendance began to rise. I felt alone all of a sudden and trapped in a place I didn’t want to be in. I was feeling a sense of panic, just as I felt on the third session. Hard to explain, just felt RIGHT. Comfortable. Well, anyway, I opened the nightstand drawer and handed him a condom. His eyes got big, he looked at me and said 'Really?'. This caught me by surprise and I was speechless for a second, he turned to her and asked ' I can really fuck you?'. Her look of surprise was shorter than mine, she blurted out 'WELL DUH' and we all started cracking up. He was then having trouble opening the package, she grabbed his hands, smiled and kissed him. This is. I work my way down to my already moist pussy and start rubbing my clit, before I slide a couple fingers into my hot little box and bring myself to orgasm for some imagined voyeur outside.A few weeks later I decided to take a couple of my toys in with me, a vibrator and an eighteen inch double ended dildo. I rolled my chair to my spot by the glass. I started with the vibe, teasing my nipples and then my clit until I was really worked up. Then I slowly slid the vibe into my pussy and started.