My mind hurt trying to wonder how that was possible.No. I needed to focus on the shelter. If only there was a way to dig into the ground and form a co...y little home for ourselves, with a nice soft blanket to lounge on, while we waited out the storm. I could see it in my mind.Hell responded, feeding off the power of our souls.The ground beneath us opened and we fell onto a soft blanket. Chantelle gasped in surprise. We were in a small, cozy cave, lying on a quilted blanket not unlike something. It’s not just you.”“Still,” he continued, “I want to see you getting fucked and climaxing as I watch.”Silence as we both sipped our whiskey’s with our private thoughts. Liam spoke first. “Would you do that for me?”I looked at him, eye to eye. “Are you serious? You know I would do whatever you wanted me to do, but I would be doing it for you, not for me. You are my husband and my life partner.”“Yes, I’m serious. I want to watch you getting fucked the right way…and importantly, having a real. ” She moans at the touch of the cool tip on her warm skin, and her nipples rise in hard mounds to meet the dildo as it runs across first one, and then the other. She lets it rest for a moment, before reading on. “I know how much your nipples love attention, so I bet you liked that, didn't you? You need to keep on moving though, ok baby? Slide the dildo up to your mouth, and lick it. I want you to flick your tongue over it. Can you feel my tongue meeting yours to kiss you? I miss kissing those. Then she left the room again.I found the first girl, Barbie Gifford, in about fifteen minutes and wrote down her name. Having watched how Agent Radcliff changed the stats for the program, I found the eye color and changed it from blue to blue-gray, along with a few other changes. It took me longer to find the second girl, almost an hour. Her name was Trudi Horvath.Rather than sit and wait for Agent Radcliff to return, I walked over to the mirror and pressed the paper to it. I counted off enough.