I suspected Tiffany was revelling in my humiliation, even though she was showing no clear sign of it. Her only movement was to occasionally rotate her...feet, allowing me to plant kisses all over as she looked on curiously.“Bring me your pink strappy heels!” she suddenly snapped, lightly kicking my face away from her. I had just started to really get into the kissing, so the kick was quite unexpected. As a result, it took me a moment to register her words and once I finally did, I was unable to. Nor are they anything else that's mutually destructive or incompatible. They're just information, and information doesn't mutually self-destruct.While I think to mention it, nor does information interact unless made to do so, by which I mean that although my proximity range was so large now that it included many other people's minds, we didn't get déjà vu together, nor could we read each other's minds, or anything weird like that. The déjà vu sensation is caused by the Universe's Consciousness. ”I held onto her nipple as I lifted my head, letting it pop from my lips, and then pulled my knees under me. Her fingers curled around my cock and squeezed.“Yes, that seems to be nice and hard, Vincent.”“What about you, Ms. White?” I asked as she lightly stroked my shaft.“Well, let’s see about that,” she said, and finally pulled her hand out of her panties. Her fingers were glistening all the way to the second knuckle when they emerged from beneath the cloth. “Yes, I seem to be quite wet. See. Waiting a minute until she had settled down again, Josh lazily stroked his cock beneath her.“Again?” Josh asked impressed with the strength of her orgasm.Before she could answer Josh flicked the switch again, causing her to come just as hard again.This time she really cried out, her body hurting from the position it hung in, her muscles contracting with the flow of the orgasm and the weights swinging wildly again.“Hmm” Josh said looking at her sweat covered body after she had settled down again.