" "I'll think about it," said Caitlin, as the discussion dropped. "So what time are we going to Steve's at tonight," asked Sarah. "I think about 7:30,... replied Caitlin. "Steve's basement is tiny, I hope something eventful happens tonight," said Rebecca. "You're right." Said Sarah, "We must think of something to do. Anyways I got to go eat Friday night dinner with my parents, I'll see you later at Steve's though." "Bye, have fun at dinner," both girls giggled in unison. Sarah smugly smiled and. " Mia asked, looking at the helpless Davis. She was getting really wet from this all."Oh allright, he's had enough." Kari said, feeling kinda sorry for Davis."Want me to patch him up or kill?" Mia asked, slightly dissapointed."Do whatever you feel is best." Kari replied, giving a shrug."Oh God I'm gonna die…" Davis cried.Mia giggled and put the leg's skin over the muscles and began to stitch it around, leaving it badly bleeding. She then put few bandages around the leg."I won't kill. If you-that is,Annabelle-reported a rape, the details would be recorded there. Or, ifAnnabelle was murdered, surely that would be recorded too-at the veryleast her disappearance. It would be helpful if I knew her last name."Brian sighed, "I'm sorry my dreams don't give more details."Chloe chimed in, "There a good way we can find out all that we need.Brian, you're going to take a meditative journey."Brian asked, "A what?" A meditative journey. I'm going to put you into a trance, and take. He pumps her slowly while using his fingers to apply rhythmic pressure to the area around her clit. I’m tempted to go get on my hands and knees next to her and let him use his other hand on me like that. Michelle keeps her mouth clamped shut as she cums on the sybian machine. Usually she isn’t shy about making some noise. I imagine she didn’t want to jinx the executive sex show we were being treated to. When Michelle’s silent orgasmic aftershocks subside, she turns the machine to the low.