The silence at the table told me the others were watching and the increasing panic I sensed in Nicole told me my time was quickly running out. I heard...and then focused on the soothing rhythmic 'tick-tock tick-tock' of the wall clock and it was suddenly clear.I reached out with my hand and touched her silky hair. I focused on the softness and beauty of each strand as I felt it. I then touched her ear, focusing on its delicate features and beauty, the smoothness of the skin and the tiny cilia. Sara started swaying to the music, and dancing around the huge fake penis which was on a stand and pointed straight up. Her vagina looked small and tight. She danced up to it, and stood on a step stool. She placed the giant head against her vagina, and then slowly worked it down. The crowd of spectators gasped, video cameras’ red lights came on and strobes flashed. The head vanished into her vagina. Slowly she worked it in. “Give me a beat.” She said. The music came on. She moved up on the. There wasn’t any hate in her eyes just a look of amusement as she watched the fear in my eyes grow into terror. The edges of my vision started to blacken and my chest heaved trying to draw oxygen where there was none. I soon passed out and my world turned to black. Slowly I opened my eyes, thank God I was alive, and I thought that crazy bitch was going to kill me. My head hurt but after performing a mental check of my body, that seemed to be the only problem. I went to move my arm but found. Thumbs work hard at ball of foot and then along side. Then ankle and up calf to knee kneading the muscles as I go, again you sigh and moan. Do other leg same way and more sighs and moans, I know it must feel good. The toes get special attention as each it rubbed with tender care. I warm hands and rub calves more until the muscle is loose.Now I move up the leg and massage the first outside up to hip finger lightly at first and then more pressure as they knead the muscles until they relax. .