Then a slow regular stroking, getting a little faster and a little faster until he found a rhythm that was bringing me towards climax. I started to th...ust into his hand and my breathing became rapid. I felt my balls pull back. He stopped! Suddenly there was not touching, no sensation. Then I heard footsteps back behind me, a chair squeak, and typing on the laptop. My cock was super sensitive, but after a while you can’t stay hard with no stimulation, no matter how exciting the scene is. That. My arse ached a little, but I soon ignored that as she began to thrust in and out, and before long I was groaning in pleasure, even clenching myself tighter around the fake cock as it pumped in and out. Jennifer really started getting into her role, pounding like she was some guy fucking a slut in a porn movie, which any passersby might have thought had they glanced through the window. She called me a whore, pulling playfully at my hair and slapping my cheeks occasionally, telling me to beg for. Her brown eyes are big and bright. Her lips covered in a crimson glossy lipstick. Her large breasts exposed by the low neckline of the dress and are held tight to her chest by the dress. Her slender waist and the flare of her hips are wrapped tightly in red. Her shapely legs and gentle curve of her calfs are accentuated by her stilettos. “Wow, you look nice,” is all I can force to leave my lips. Sarah slumps her shoulders forward, visibly disappointed in my reply to her question. I take her. ”“Oh. Uh, yeah, vaguely. Kind of like a tunnel that connects distant sections in spacetime? Or something. That’s all I remember from Cosmos.”“In the vaguest possible sense, yes. Anyway, our theory and initial tests have confirmed that these bridges can in fact be created. However, due to quirks of quantum mechanics, we can only create bridges that lead to an equivalent location in spacetime inside a parallel universe, but not bridges that may lead elsewhere in our own universe, so traveling in.