“No hands from this point on, Shy Guy," she warned. "If you so much as reach, she and I both disappear from this room. In that case, you get to give...yourself all the hand you want.”His incredulous stare ricocheted in the mirror, while his unhanded manhood strained unflaggingly in the alpine direction of Cyndi’s tits.“Those are the rules,” she shrugged.“Are you having me on?” His eyes found me for the first time since Cyndi’s thousand watt presence dazzled him. They ricocheted daggers my way,. This was unreal. Then I felt the sides of my jeans being held as he pulled and tugged them down. They slipped past my knees and my legs relaxed. He had obviously had this planned all evening and I had no idea. My pants fitted snugly and I felt his fingers struggled to prize under them. Then the tip of his finger brushed my right ball and my cock bolted, he looked up and smiled before looking down again and then he lightly touched the tip of my cock a high voltage jolt powered through me lifting. I look across the street and see Monica is looking directly at me with a big smile on her face. After a few seconds, Tommy forces me to turn around, and he guides me over to the couch. Then, he forces me to bend over, so I extend my arms and place my hands on the cushions to support myself. I look over my shoulder through the picture window and see that Monica is still watching us. She can see in our living room perfectly because we have a skylight we open during the day and it floods the room. "Celeste:- "Jonah.."Jonah was remembering, his memorys were fuzzy, this girl celeste, why did he remember her, why couldn't he hurt her, he was struggling with himself, with one last look at Celeste he tryed to remember to no avail, he only remembered one thing, he remembered he wanted to run, within the blink of an eye he did just that, he turned and began running out the gate, he managed to make it quite a distance before a major pain took over his all body and he felt like blacking.