What I did see, quite clearly, was his head separate from his body and fall toward me. Followed, very quickly, by the rest of his body.I woke up in a ...oom that I had never seen before. I was lying in an extraordinarily comfortable bed. That alone suggested I was no longer in the future. Wizen's bed had been cold and metallic. This was soft and plush. The rest of the room was equally plush. The walls were a painted a rich red. The floor was carpeted — carpeted! — with what appeared to be a thick. It had cost him $2.00 but she was worth the investment. Sarah was surprised that someone else was in the room. Mr. Smith had summoned her, but she did not know the reason. She thought it was odd that she was given a new dress to wear, but she figured it was given to her because she was going to leaving the next day. She looked extremely beautiful. It was a simple print dress with a tapered waistband and ended at mid-calf. The fashions had changed drastically since the 1920’s, with hemlines. "Really?" I said, "so who was it in there two minutes ago?".She blushed, "Sorry, I was just looking around, you have such a lovely house. I wish I had a bedroom like this. What are you doing?" I was playing, pretending I was helpless, while I was made to come," I told her.She looked at the cuffs holding my wrists."So, how would you get free when you finish?" she asked.I nodded towards the key."And this is a control for a remote vibe, is it?" she said, taking the control from my hand. "And you. When they did fuck, she would ask if her pussy still felt good to him. Was it wet enough, etc.? Nothing direct but lots of innuendos.It reached the point where she began bringing fuck-buddies home, setting up meetings so he would walk in on her riding some guy of most any race in their bedroom or on the family room carpet or couch. He’d say hello, get himself a drink, and stay in another room until the fornicator left. She would casually walk up to him, semen oozing out of her slit and running.