"Yeah... let's play!" I said with a deep growl as I reached under mycoffee table and grabbed my headband. Zoe clapped her hands joyfullyand put on her...choker, making her look even sexier than she had before.God this was going to be good!.............Much later... I'd just had my third virtual orgasm of the evening whenI came up for a breath. The virtual reality sex simulator this siteused was spectacular. It felt as if Zoe and I were both there in herroom, touching and groping each other, every. I breathed in the scent of corruption and filth and smiled brightly as I walked to the table.It wasn’t my smile.“Lass? What are you doing?” Lucas hissed. I didn’t respond.I sat down at the chair, my palms pressed there. I tried to fight, desperately, as I looked at the black man. My lips moved despite every single thing I tried to do. I could feel my lungs dragging in air, pushing them out. What was natural and normal became painful as my diaphragm compressed and the words formed, my tongue. That was going to be one of my figure studies. Of that, I had no doubt. It was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were drawn upward and her ass was pulled in tight. On her tiptoes, she held that position for at least fifteen seconds, giving me ample time to get the shots I wanted. When she turned to walk to the cottage, I took a deep breath and dropped onto the chair again. I was incredibly weak and tired. For the longest time, I sat there, with eyes closed, while I literally soaked the chair. "Get a grip Dougy!" he hisses.Like a dope, I wave to the receptionist as the elevator doors close,she sees and puts a hand over her mouth to hide a giggle."Remember when you looked at Cheerleaders that way?" he asked.Well that was as good as ice water. I liked the local cheerleaders justfine until they grew 6-inch razor sharp claws and tried to eat my bestfriends soul."She's not a cheerleader! I'd know!" I protest. Damn! I didn't get hername."She wasn't human though, and neither were those nice.