At one point James reached over her back and pulled both of her arms behind her so that she was face first being pounded by her husband's cock pistoni...g in and out of her ass like a massive diesel engine slamming through gears moving things higher and higher!The door creaked open at about that same time and I saw Liz slip in and close the door behind her. She sat on the same chair I had sat on earlier in the day, as it had been moved to the side of the double doors to the room by someone. She. So did the two wrist bracers and ankle and calf supports. In the gloves, knees and boots were more grav generators.In the heel of the boots were two stronger grav generators. I made two special grav tractor guns and two special wands that could stun. They were extremely strong and thick enough to be used as a club. The helmet had a neural net interface on the inside against my head. A series of moly comp cores ran down my spine in a special protected flex case.When I switched it on the world. As she touched my clit, I gasped. She rubbed her wet finger round and round on my clit for a few seconds then moved down, sliding it into my wet vagina, gradually going deeper and deeper. "Does that feel OK?" she asked. "Yes."She withdrew her finger then pushed it in again, then began going in and out, gradually increasing the pace and depth. I licked my own fingers again and resumed rubbing my clit, keeping in time with Sandra's fingering.For some time we worked together, Sandra fingered my. Hot peppers too, of course.I am a hunter/gatherer. I take my spices home for my husband and me. He doesn't know where I pick them. He doesn't even know that I pick them. But he enjoys.I won't lie to you.I don't do it for him. I do it mainly for myself. Once in a while I have to indulge. It is like the need to plunge into a shimmering pool on a scourging day. Like the soothing balm on a parched skin. A cooled can against a sweaty brow.You get it, I'm sure.It is my escape from yawning boredom. It.