She ran her fingers over the bulge in my boxers tracing the outline and feeling the rim of the mushroom head. Her gentle touch made my cock twitch and...she smiled when it did, licking her lips again. She kissed the bulge and then licked my cock through the fabric using long slow licks from the base to the tip. "Ohhh," I moaned low as I felt her tongue run up my cock length. Lisa smiled up at me once again. Then she took the front waistband of my boxers and pulled it out, peeking down inside.. But I couldn't seem to stop."She's only dead if you let her stay dead," he yelled. "All I need is ten minutes and I can make her live again." You're lying," I yelled back."You've seen what the machine can do," he bellowed at me. "OK, sure, I would lie if I had to. But ask yourself this: doesn't it make sense that if I can rewrite reality that I could bring her back? Eh? That I could, if I wanted to?" No!" Why not?" he tried reasonably. "You're a man of intellect. You've seen what can be done. The leather riding crop whetted her appetite for more. She wassoon to get it.As the black leather paddle connected with her ass in a series of hard and rapid blows, Leanne screamed out and squirmed helplessly. Her Domhad changed his technique. There was no buildup. There was no pausebetween each whack. The brutal shots came in quick succession. The painwas intense. Without realizing what she was doing Leanne put her handback to block her ass from the paddle. It was a mistake."How dare you put. ."Oops!" she squealed, faked a fall, and to her amazement just about every male leapt out of his seat to help her."Are you all right?" cried several voices, among various sounds of protest from the females, as many men rushed to help her up.Only one didn't immediately.He was going to help Clarinet when he noticed someone at the exhibit."Hey, stop!" he yelled, as that person grabbed a certain ladle and made a run for it. She was wearing a black hood and clothing, and was running with more speed.