Your cognitive processes are coming back on line. I will transfer the memory of this conversation to your conscious mind before our link is severed. I...will be able to communicate like this with your conscious mind, but for this communication to exist between us, you must be in physical contact with the host body."I felt groggy as I lay there trying to figure out what to do next. Then the van slow down and eventually stopped a few minutes later. I noticed that Jen was still out and believed that. His anger was that of a rabid animal as he wrenched my arm and picked my small frame up.Then he tossed me like a sack against the wall that made a cracking sound and left a hole.From then I bounced onto the bed.Before I could regain my focus Rusty forced me face down on the bed.He had one palm on my spine pushing me down.With his other hand he quickly undid his belt and eased his pants off.He whipped me hard along my spine with his belt before wrapping it around my neck.I winced as he slapped. He began to deliberately tongue-fuck me with a length and thickness and seemed to know no bounds. I could feel my juices dripping freely and covering his lips and face as he relentlessly thrust into me. My eyes closed and I tilted my head back, reveling in each sensation. I moved against him as well as I could despite the bars between us that dug into my flesh because of my enthusiasm to achieve the release I desired. Somewhere beyond the rush of pleasure of the moment I could see Tamara. I licked and tasted the dried juices on her panties as I pulled them aside and lapped at her imaginary pussy. I closed my eyes and slowly licked around her hairy opening, one hand went under her ass and the other held her panties beside my tongue as I savored her smells and tasted the salty bitter taste of crusty panties. I could vividly imagine the warmth radiating from her soft creamy thighs and her slowly moistening hair covered pussy. Soon my kissing, licking, and tasting had turned her.