There was a girl on a table. Her arms were strapped down above her head. Her feet and legs were help firmly in metal stirrups, like the kind my gyneco...ogist uses. Only these had extra straps around the calves and thighs. A black object covered her exposed vagina and mons. Wires ran from the devices along the table to a control panel. And there was a strange clear plastic box surrounding her upper body, covering her breasts. Two tubes ran from the top of the box over to another machine. She was. So well that I hardly noticed she was sitting there in just a thong under her shirt. A tiny black thong that she was grinding into as we kissed. I was so aroused. Being in her house. Her [husband] out for who knows how long. Us on the couch like two college freshman going for it. I came up for air, still kneeling between her legs as she laid the length of her body across the couch. She reached for my cock through my jeans. I was pretty hard and she outlined the length of it with the palm of her. Her entire body shook and a sharp cry rang out across the glad as Cyane came, her juices squirting out of her pussy, bathing Joshua's mouth with hot, sweet juices which he lapped up hurriedly, lest he drown. Her pussy trembled and convulsed on his tongue, squeezing it tightly before releasing. She pulled off of him, panting raggedly, "Mhmmm... I did not expected such skill from a Man... heh, perhaps you'll be useful after all..." Cyane glanced over at Charis who was still happily sucking his. ‘That won’t be necessary,’ Vice President Hawke says pulling a pistol from his jacket. ‘Ulfr, what are you doing?’ McKinsey asks. Hawke ignores the man and Lapinsky quickly rushes to the President’s side. ‘You’d be best sir to just have a seat at your desk.’ McKinsey begins to protest, but Lapinsky forcefully grabs him and pushes him toward his desk shoving him into his chair. ‘I said it is best to sit the fuck down sir!’ Hawke levels the pistol with Rodriquez’s head and fires. The bullet hits.