They turned to look at Mike and their full sensual lips twisted up into cruel little smiles. Their heavy-lidded eyes opened to reveal... ... nothing.T...eir skin was the same glossy red-black colour as the panels on the walls, but their eyes were darker still. So dark they seemed more like an absence of space. Mike thought he saw far-off fires flickering in their depths."What do you want?" Mike asked.Stupid question. He was obviously tripping out on some kind of hallucinogen. He was standing in. Pressing one finger against her anus and grasping her cock with the other hand, I smooshed my face into Elena Straltaira’s flower, and plunged my tongue into her ovule. “Oh my god!” Elena cried, her voice nearly a sob. Her legs slid open, her back collapsed into an arch, and her pelvis tilted anteriorly, presenting me her openings. My lips pulled her petals gently, but it was my tongue that was doing the damage. I found her secrets and exploited them mercilessly, drawing patterns across her. Camera-spook keeps filming until thecar is sucked under. After that we drive you all back to town - our carwas why you needed us to follow you. On the way, camera-spook removesthe film, puts it in a cannister and hands it to me along with a pieceof paper. "Get this developed," he says. "Then drop copies offanonymously to the police and to the address on the paper." When we gotback to town we dropped them off and that was the last we saw of them." What happened with the film?" I asked."Film of a. So I approach the house, its 80s music being played like Prince and Madonna, the door is cracked open and everyone is in 80s get up, punk rockers, aerobic leotards on women, b boy looks for the some guys and holy shit, Billy's mom is in a shiny gold spandex catsuit with leather jacket, curly wet hair, red lip stick and leg warmers, I watched her dancing with her friends as her big tits bounced, fuck she isnt wearing a bra, under the light its damn near see thru. At the moment frozen like a deer.