He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside her swollen cunt lips. The fingers "squished" as he forced them inside Diana. He added another finger, ...hen another. Then he closed his thumb against his palm and pushed his hand further into the American's cunt. With a second push, his whole hand disappeared into the woman's cunt. He moved it in and out, creating more of that squishy sound as his fist moved inside the seman saturated cunt. Gradually, Yazeed pumped his arm harder and harder until. "I'm going bar hopping until I'm drunk," Harry said before closing the door secure behind him."Massage?" He offered after a pause for the door to end its reverberations."Okay," Jane said quickly stripping off her clothes. She was lying on her back on the beautiful Woodstock created massage table an instant later. Joe marveled at the movement of her long soft body as it settled. She was usually more modest. He was tempted to lick her large, firm yet soft breasts and lovely pink nipples instead. Now came the most difficult part, that was to face his ugliness, to see his scarred hands and fingers. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes again and very slowly began to pull off his gloves one finger at a time. As his scarred hands came into view his heart began to beat faster. Not that he hadn’t seen his scarred hands before but tonight he wanted to examine them real close. He wanted to face his ugly, scarred and ‘pinkyless’ hands without. Crystal brought the forward camera into sharp focus and saw the telltale sheen of synthoflesh on their faces."Derek, they're not police, they're Rectifier cyborgs. It's a trap!" "They're figuring we won't risk gunplay with all these people around. There should be a pair of Neural Scramblers in the weapons locker, when I say 'Sure, It's in my wallet' hit 'em." When they reached the checkpoint, two cyborgs dressed as state troopers appeared at each window. Derek and Crystal smiled at them.