Bolder now, your hand slips into my blouse to fondle my left tit. Poking and prodding and squeezing as you kiss my face. Unsatisfied, you move lower, ...nd fumble with the button on my pants.I wear nothing beneath the pantyhose; shorn even of my strawberry bush by morticians you realize likely took liberties with me already. Your hand slips underneath the waist of the nylons, and you marvel at the smoothness of my mound. No matter the fucking the morticians may have given me, they at least. It showed she her as being on a trajectory heading towards a large body of water outside of some sort of city… She wasn’t the best student in the science academies, but she did pay attention and her father was a rocket scientist and talked her throw the displays of simulations and his experiments on prototype designs… According to the display the rocket was going to crash… And from the shaking of her against the harness holding her in place, she was inside the rocket! From the display… she was. Although she fought a little, she was powerless to resist. She heard the rattle of cold steel and felt its kiss upon her wet skin as her sleeves were raised and her wrists cuffed behind her back. He pushed himself to her so that his slim body was grinding into her feminine curves through her heavy overcoat. With her cuffed hands she could clearly feel the hardness of his cock straining beneath the material. So this was it, she thought, her heart racing. She was to be fucked, handcuffed and. . The view from the four cameras was on the screen and we could see Chris indicating to people where they should be. I saw Manus, Simon and Jim say something to Stacey who then dropped to her knees as they stood in front of her and started to blow each of them, one after another, gripping their balls as she bobbed her head up and down on each cock. The looks on their faces told me that she must have a great skill in this as, within moments, all three were hard and put into position by Chris and.