I jerked backwards, smashing my head into the other side of the helmet, then collapsed downward. I sprawled in the air, with my head nestled against m... own junk, and groaned quietly. Getting teabagged by yourself did seem to fit my mood.“Did it work?” Ali asked.Yeah, I said. Silently. Since I was in my astral form.“ ... Abby?” Ali asked.Right! I forced myself to float upwards, twisting left at the last moment to avoid braining myself again. I looked at Ali, wishing I could do more than just. It's all so simple today, something is lost in the translation, be it the eroticism, or the physical contact, but what the hell, I am not complaining, I mean I have posted thousands to lonely desperate men, and watched as they wanked themselves, and gave my image a good 'Painting', which is just another word for 'Cheating', I suppose.It's all impersonal, that's why women in their millions do it, you don't have to be there, but you do miss the sound of sex, the taste of sex, and the smell of. Lap, lap, lap…“Oh sir I, I think I'mmmmmm goooiiinnng tooooooo cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm oooohhhhh.” With one last determined lick all the way from Her lips and up Her crack he finished up by planting a quick nip and a kiss on Her right buttock. “Good girl, that's settled then. I'm disappointed You've still not gagged Yourself yet though.” He rose with a slight creak to his knees to sit back down, smoothing his lap with both hands. “You know the drill by now Suzy, assume. There is no problem. The King has asked me to bring these people to him for an audience.”“Oh my,” Gunnar gasped.“You may return to your post,” the man told Gunnar. Then with just the hint of a smile, he said to Agnes and me, “Please follow me.”We walked briskly behind the man in the dark suit. Leaning in to speak softly I told Agnes, “I told you the car would get his attention.”“Maybe he just wants to see me,” she whispered back.After walking through a garden and a series of hallways and rooms,.