The orgasm seemed to go on forever, almost like an out of bodyexperience. When Sara came to, she wasn't in her bed. She was in a room with metalwalls... strapped down to a padded table. For a second she thought she was hallucinating, but when she tried straining against the wrist and ankle cuffs, she found out it was real enough. "What the hell," she said, getting pissed off. A door slid open in the wall and a small, green-skinned humanoid steppedthrough. He was about four and a half feet. We had taken some wine with us, and we chatted together comfortably for a time.Two by two, the others descended the stairs to join us. No-one seemed at all surprised by Susan being semi-naked. It seemed they all knew her well. There were five other couples plus Anne, who was alone. After a short time, Susan stood and complained that she had been a bit too ambitious in selecting the hotpants to wear. They were too tight, and uncomfortable. She asked if anyone would mind if she took them off.. The image of Samantha moved in a similar motion, butwhen the image came within reach she shifted and brought the blade up tomeet her. A blinding flash flooded her eyes leaving her reeling.She found herself standing before the altar in the old orphanage, abovewhich stood Father Ignacio, a pulsating heart held in his outstretchedhand. Upon the darkened altar sprawled a misshapen, sparsely clothedbody. Falling to her knees, she felt a sudden flare of pain in her chest.As her eyes focused on her. “You’ll meet her sooner than you think…J.J. and I are working that out right now!” the MILF replies. “Yo, you’ve been talking to J.J. about this? Dude never tells me anything…” the stud grumbles as Judy deepthroats him again…“Nice going, sport…you got cum on my blouse! I’m going to have to change!” Judy exclaims, looking down at the slimy white blotch on her blouse, even as she licks Aaron’s thin, watery nut sludge off her fingers. Aaron couldn’t care less; the MILF couldn’t even cut him a.