His mind ran back to the script for a second, and he came back from full immersion in this fantasy, once again realizing that this body he was feeling...was someone else's, either now or sometime in the past. He'd been through two recording sessions himself, and had replayed one of his own in a regular single-person test. It had been the weirdest experience of his life, reliving something he'd already done, feeling it for the first time, yet also being able to recall memories of what it had been. By now John was turtled on the floor as this guy wailed away at the back of his head. I grabbed him by his shirt and flung him backwards into a table. Two girls scattered to get out of the way as their drinks and chairs crashed to the floor. Then the shit hit the fan.The guy who hit John had some friends with him. Someone hit me in the side of my head. Ducking the second blow, I turned and threw a left hook to the mid-section of the guy that hit me. Mike was in on the fun by now too, and so. Me? I just cool you down and wipe the blood away, except you don't want the blood wiped off." Thanks a fucking million!" And the bell went and Gloria went into battle once more. The other girl got into a clinch and head-butted our doughty heroine, cutting her open above the right eye. Gloria shoved her away and lashed out with a devastating left that connected, more by luck than any cool considered judgment. The other girl went down. There was no referee to spoil the fun by insisting on fair. I can feel your fingers gently pulling apart my ass cheeks. I groan, as your fingers slip towards my still dripping pussy. I push towards them, feeling them plunge deep inside me. As I stand there you fuck me with your fingers, sliding them in and out of my soaking wet hole, changing the pressure and amount. Suddenly I feel your other hand slide up my leg, towards my tight ass hole. I’m not too sure about this, I’ve never been into the whole anal thing, but I know it’s something that you.