Ta-ta.” Whyte said on the screen, before the helmet erupted into a fiery mass, taking whoever’s head was inside with it.Susan’s log, Stardate: T...e same one, I guess. We’re somewhere within the nebula of my Subconscious, which just showed us the memory of my first meeting with Helen. The image that appeared next was from my perspective again. It was dark, but in that darkness, and from the way I was moving, I knew what I was doing: Attempting to disentangle myself from Troy & Julie and crawl out. When I heard a car on the drive, I stepped out of the front door and there was a sleek black limousine with the driver holding the door open. Inside there was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice along with some fresh strawberries. The driver lowered the darkened window between he and I as we drove out and told me that it was quite a drive to our destination and his employer had instructed him to convey his best wishes and that I should enjoy the ride. The window closed and soft. I called her over and she slid in beside me in the back of the taxi.Man did she smell of all things a fucking good night is made of, cigs – booze – cunt and spunk. Instead of giving me a hard time she decided to tell me all. After creating a stir in the bar and leaving with the 3 guys, the taxi ride back to their hotel was an eventful trip of groping wanking and finger fucking. All the way on the way to the room the guys fondled her tits and arse. One of the guys had an idea and knocked on all. Michelle stood behind him and held her ankles high. Eric's hips moved forward and backward, his ass bouncing off Michelle and his groin off of Alexis. With her arms flailing wildly trying to grasp the sides of the hood, Alexis's open mouth uttered silent words to let him know she was coming as her body shook. Eric stopped and stood motionless, watching as Alexis thrashed on the buckling hood, clenching his cock tightly until collapsing with her chest heaving. The hint of the coming dawn now.