You'd be fucking pissing your pants, I guarantee it. I sat down on a nearby chair and pulled out my phone, pretending to be using it. I kept an eye on...the conversation that was occurring in the corner the whole time. I saw a lot of nodding and a lot of laughing, which I figured was a good thing. This may actually go perfectly. At one point, Becca turned her head and "accidentally" caught my eye. A look came across her face, and she said, just loud enough for me to hear, "Oh, Lauren, that. . very easy. In and out .. in and out ...OH its going in me .. I can feel you inside me ... feels like your going to tear me apart ... Yess ... starting to feel better .... your pushing deeper ... faster .... OHHH I am going to cum again ... WAYNE ... DO IT ... FUCK THAT PUSSY ... FUCK ME HARDER...,. your going faster now ... all the way inside me ... I feel your balls slapping the cheeks of my ass ... ARGHH UNNGGMM OGGGHHH YESSS... CUMMING ...more and more I move with him ... meeting his. "Ok sounds good" I replied. I layed down on my stomach and said "usually we start with a back massage". "Ok" brenda said and she began to massage my back. "Like this?" She asked. "Yes, but also my neck and lower back" I said. Brenda then continued rubbing my body for a bit and then asked "would this be easier with your shirt off?" "Yes it would" I said. Brenda then proceeded to remove my shirt and continue with my back massage. The feeling of her smooth hands touching my body was sensational,. "Oh my God! Can't you get her out of there then?" No, it is of insufficient mass. It would rip her apart if I tried to transport her." Bloody hell! Get me as close as you can, now!" You will need a tactical display, your armour belt and weapons. I suggest a laser, knives and battle staff. You don't want to advertise your presence with anything noisy to start with." OK." Tristan stood still while the weapons, armour belt and tactical display materialised around him. The display clipped over his.