I started on her tits, pulling down the silk and groping her small breasts. Satisfied that they were still there, I put my hands on her throat. “Yes... Do it!” Rayne screemed. I began to tighten my grip and deny the empress of air. Her vagina released a wave of juices. Her hands pried at my forearms, but I knew that she would be displeased if I let up on the pressure. Her pale skin took on a bluish tint and her eyes bugged out grotesquely. On the verge of blacking she orgasmed on my cock. Rayne's. That waswhen he saw his hands and then his feet. His toes were paintedthe same cherry red color as his lips and his hands had talonsat least two inches long. The nails were perfectly shaped andhis fingernails matched his toenails in color.He slumped back into the chair as the women began to explain. They worked for a company called Phantasy PhullphillmentUnlimited. It was a sort of real life "Fantasy Island" andsomeone had paid for a special fantasy for Jack and Jean. He hadjust finished the. ‘Oh, I’m sorry young lady, I didn’t mean to startle you,’ the man said. ‘I’m Richard, Michael’s next door neighbor.’ ‘Hi Richard, I’m Marlene.’ ‘I’ve seen you and Michael together lately, and it looks like the two of you are quite the special ones,’ Richard whispered as the sound of the piano drifted through the open windows, and out into the summer air. ‘Richard, people keep saying that, you being the third one,’ Marlene said in a questionable, but surprised tone. ‘Why do you say that?’ ‘I. But as I have no training as a trick cyclist my opinion is worthless.I had not suffered flashbacks since leaving the army, other than the 'small penis' episode in Maggie's room at the Crown, and the one in Suzannah Weston's office, but unfortunately the period of peace was shattered one night when the full panoply of my demons paraded in front of me.It was the same old gang: the Argie, the Shifta child soldiers, and the young Serb who I had shot in the back, but thankfully they didn't make.