As the heartbeats ticked by, I found myself falling deeperand deeper into this waking nightmare.In the looking glass' reflection, an older man sat str...pped into achair. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, dirty Nikes, and a blackt-shirt. His face wasn't unattractive, for someone who looked aroundfifty. His hair, however, was almost completely gray and thinning to thepoint of baldness. His eyes, a slate gray color, looked bloodshot andtired.My eyes."What?" I croaked, unable to look away."I. When I reached my crotch, I petted at the small patch of pubic hair for a moment, just rubbing the outside on top of my pussy. The hair was wet and matted against my mound. My pussy juice had been flowing so freely that I was wet all over my crotch, as well as down my thighs nearly halfway to my knees. Trusting that I was lubricated enough, I slid my finger downward to my slit.Touching myself there sent a shiver through my entire body. This was a sensation I hadn't felt in nearly a year, and. ”I had no more than hung up before I felt the wheels bounce on the ground. I relaxed until Simon had taxied to a hangar and the engines died. Then I stood up and stretched. Simon and Angel came out of the cockpit. He looked tired, but I assumed that was just the strain of having flown all night.“Well, you look better than last night,” Simon said brightening. “It would have complicated things if you’d croaked on me before we could talk.”“I like to keep your life simple, Simon,” I cracked. “So. The device itself wasn't as uncomfortable as one might think. I mean, it definitely felt tight and restrictive, but as of now, it wasn't unbearable at least. Nothing was having its circulation cut off or anything like that.A hard knock echoed through my apartment. I rushed to the peephole and spied a delivery guy.I opened up and signed for the package: a cardboard box about the size of a briefcase.I sat down and looked at it. It wasn't very heavy, but there were definitely things inside it. I.