"A martini sounds good, honey," Dotty said to Kenneth."Go ahead, babe," he replied. "I think I'll just have a beer. Hey Abby," he nodded at a plump pa...e Persian leaning at the corner of the bar.I followed the two beauties through an inconspicuous door to the left of the bar and into a small office with a large desk holding a large monitor and a keyboard and a mess of papers. The monitor had a window in the corner that flashed from one camera to another in and out of the large house. A. I was given permission to saddle up a flight team and fly to Cleveland. Before I left, I hugged my boys and told them I loved them. I turned them over to a pair of Marines for safe keeping. I told them to stay put, to which the marines and my boys replied with an emphatic ‘Yes Sir’. The Joint Chiefs decided that we needed help in our hospitals for the military, and commissioned me to ‘enlist’ as much help as I could at Cleveland Memorial. We landed on the helipad at the hospital about an hour. " It may not be easy, Ten." I will stay, sir." On the frame, then."While the other trainees were enjoying a series of orgasms thanks to the stimulation of their Sybians, Linda was experiencing what is generally referred to as a 'spit-roast', two trainers at a time, one at each end until all three in turn had ejaculated in her pussy. She worked out that, when they walked away, leaving her there with semen trickling out of her, that it was another test. She stayed in position.When the session was. .." she trailed off.Brock nodded violently. "I get it," he said. "Picture this: what if we somehow got to the machine and changed the reality that the cop guy, the one that kidnapped you, was ever born? And let's say we signed that computer code: 'This erasure of existence brought to you by Brock!' OK?"I nodded cautiously."Now, in this new reality, at the exact same time you were kidnapped, we'd be just sitting around with you ... er ... not kidnapped. Right?"I nodded again."OK, what if, at.