She bucked up to meet them with enthusiasm, groaning long notes into the collar of my shirt even as her hands awkwardly fumbled with the bottom of it,...trying to lift it up from an odd angle. ‘Mine,’ I repeated, rolling her nipple across my palm. ‘Mmmmph…’ ‘Mine.’ The fingers against her pussy began to move a bit faster, focusing on her clit. ‘Nnngh..!’ ‘Mine.’ I yanked her back firmly, teeth bared a bit as she managed to exposed my chest and begin dreamily kissing and licking at it. . "You don't really care that Barry is using me as his personal whore, do you?" Of course I care; I'm not happy that he is blackmailing us, but I am turned on by what you are doing. Damn! A fifteen year old boy. Would I have loved to see that. This whole thing started because I wanted to watch with someone and it still hasn't happened. You've been had by over a half dozen now and I still haven't seen a damned thing. Think you can get this Harry to let you do one of his customers, friends or. .. a spark may finally have been lit. We might be reaching an inflection point ... when those live school-shooting videos started appearing on Snapchat and Twitter. Testimonials on Instagram and Facebook.”Vanessa said, “Those were horrifying. Live tweets of what the kids were thinking, praying ... some were saying goodbye to their families. While you could hear gunshots ringing out.”Pilar said, “And you could see some of the kids bleeding, screaming, crying. Dying. Dead bodies lying there on. Another illusion, already we emerge into the shadows of a cliff face, maybe a high stone wall. Now I see that time itself is fucked, is flowing backwards, the black of nighttime become twilight. Surely another evening should not be here yet. Then they urge me forward, and I am out in the open, a strange new world where my feet tread cold, wet grass. The air of this place is fresh and sweet. I breathe it in, deep and gratefully, as they lead the way to a low stone balustrade that bounds a cliff.