Plus their willingness to take casualties, suggesting that their sense of individuality is subsumed in the collective. It was those things that led me...to the conclusion I ultimately reached. I could also see no means of telepathic linkage other than electromagnetic transmissions, which we are now jamming."I might have deduced this long ago," he went on, looking pointedly at Shaw, "had I been aware that there was local radio frequency activity. However"—he held up a hand to forestall any. Even the television is still on, as if they were in a rush to get somewhere.And they were.Jonathan smiles at the thought. He knows that in Sasha’s excitement, they headed for the bedroom without thinking of anything else. And this is where he decides to head next. When he opens the door to the room his eyes have to adjust to the semi darkness. With the curtain drawn and only a few streams of light coming through the cracks, the room is fairly dark. Before him are the three women, all tangled. Tomy surprise, she stopped hitting me briefly, and let me rest my head onthe pillow. Then I felt my head being pulled back, slowly and steadily,and simultaneously felt my ass being filled, but not by cock. The leashwas a string of anal beads, and each one that went into my ass, pulled myhead back and arched my back even more severely. Once I was stretched as far as I could go, head back, pillow stilldangling from my mouth, Mistress grabbed onto the leash between my collarand asshole, and rammed. The other appeared to be lying on her stomach over a bar stool taking on all comers at both ends, and shouting “Next” whenever one of the guys finished.I’ve never been into group - or public sex – and I can’t say that either does anything for me. But like most guys, I do have a bit of the voyeur in me. So after watching the antics for a little while, I’d taken to propping up the main bar and trying to watch proceedings in the poolroom on the security monitor that allowed the barman to see who.