As always, he was right, and I knew what I had to do.Tape #20 stayed on auto-play for the next six weeks and was my constant companion until one fine ...ummers day I could actually see past the technical acts of penetration and see the sheer happiness in her face, and as more and more men climaxed inside of her orifices I unwillingly found myself wishing that I was there as a participant and it was my semen that she was so lovingly swallowing while begging for more. I had my masturbatory orgasm. My body was all wrong. I had experienced this disorientation before—I had shared dreams before. It would take me a while before I was completely right. Fortunately I wasn't going to be flying anything for a few hours."Let's take the Long Stalk out for a test flight," I suggested. "We can give Matilda something to put on her show. Everybody wins."The subtext was that announcing a test flight would trap our prey. Scoo gave that snorting chuckle that is a Vix belly laugh. I had an excellent. The van shifted as someone climbed in, and then it shifted again as a second person climbed on board.Her heart pounded as the guys walked around her. She could smell cologne and beer. Someone grabbed her hair and pulled her to make her sit up. She groaned under the gag as she was forced to sit on her knees. Her ass was still sore from the spanking and sitting on her ankles only inflamed her bottom. The sounds of zippers excited her, but sitting as she was, she wondered how the hell they were. I ended up flat on my back. But what was the point of taking my anger out on a rose bush? It had never done me any harm. I got up and laughed at myself.I went and had a shower, a shave and a change of clothes. I felt better for doing so. Afterwards, I went into the sitting room. It was no happier a place than it had been the night before. I determinedly turned every photograph on the little alcove table over so they lay face down. That was better.Then I did nothing.I thought lots of dark and.