It didn?t matter though. The systems would take care of it. She?d be booked in, numbered and tagged. They had got used to handling the volume of busin...ss. He couldn?t remember the last time that they had made a mistake. Harry had the girl over his shoulder, her taped legs kicking as he carried her up the steps from the car park onto the loading dock. ? ?The ride hasn?t discouraged her, then?? said Freddie. ?No,? said Harry patting the girl?s backside affectionately, ?she?s still quite. ) But her pussy had an odd taste -- and after-taste. Still, I know that the best fuck is when the lady cums, so I ate her despite the off-taste, and got her going. She said she liked to swallow cream, but I never had the chance, as we humped furiously until I pumped her soundly.She "said" she orgasmed (some women don't do much, so I wasn't sure); and LOVED it. (Was it just her fantasy and delayed desire, fulfilled? I'm not sure.) Then it got weirder. She told me her soon-to-be-Ex and her had. He had a scary look in his eyes."Byrne woke up under a tree in the park, with his face in a pile of leaves. He was awake in a second, feeling the energy surging through him. He looked at his watch – it was seven in the morning, which meant he'd been asleep for two hours. He hated that he'd wasted the time, but the sleep had refreshed him – and he was two years younger. He looked on his hands, and saw no bruises from the bar fight. Everything had healed. He went over to the little pond nearby. For the first time I realized that he was holding a movie camera and was recording everything. He came in for some close-ups now and while he filmed the old man and the man who was pulling on Lynn's nipples and licking her face turned up the torment even more.As I watched I felt so guilty because of the fantasies that I had enjoyed about watching Lynn with other men, and now that it was coming true it was so far out of control and not at all what I had fantasized about.The old man who was.