You're already so close, all I can feel is your huge erection at my back. Fuck, yes, I need you inside me, pronto!I slide my hand down my front, over ...y belly and between my thighs.My middle finger goes straight to the tiny valley where my clit nestles. Only ever so slightly moist. I press my finger a little harder, running over my clit and deep between my lips, ah, there it is. I am slick, ready. I run my finger back and forth, distributing the viscous moisture. Now I really am ready. I bring. On the doorstep a man stood in a tweed jacket, twirling the end of his moustache with his finger. “Octavia Thompson?” I nodded, opening my mouth to speak but he raised a hand to silence me. “Welcome to Gaslight Asylum. My name is Terence Finnegan and I am the Warden of this establishment. Here we will remove your lascivious thoughts, your unconscionable desires, your reprehensible predilections. Do not fear progress and you will not fear treatment.” He took my hands in his and smiled warmly.. We were both getting pretty horny now and each wanted to feel the other person up and so we decided to go into the toilet. However all the toilets in our compartment were really dirty and so we had to skip 2 compartments before we could find a fairly clean one and once inside we both started kissing madly as we were starving for each other’s body. After the initial kissing I slowly removed her top and bra and now she was top less in front of me. I was sucking and nibbling away at her 32 size. S. alone. All of this would have been a relatively simple task in the bigger scheme of things if the civil liberties people hadn’t started crying ‘foul play’ and ‘invasion of privacy’ when Linda bounced her idea off the higher echelon for approval. It was simple actually. Take a room and fill it with computers and mega-sized hard drives. Link them all into one point on the internet and require any chat service, operating within the U.S., to provide a database of every person that logged onto.