How is he able to glimpse and spot me in this infinite gathering and mound of darkness while I myself cannot see anything at all? Is it a paranormal o... mystical endowment of his or what? I cannot tell...At a snail's pace and quietly, his hand attains for my gear—I am wearing a tawny-colored trousers suit—and he yanks my trousers down warily so as to bring my within scarlet panties before his reach and have himself without difficulty locate his probing fingers straight into my vagina and shocked. . . . [OK] Initializing...I awoke.At first, all I could see was the different messages scrolling past.Everything else was darkness, but for some reason, it didn't bother me.I heard, or thought I did, a gentle voice. "Are you all right, mychild?" I... I think so. All I see is text, though. Who are you? Why can't Isee you? And, where am I?" Hmf. First of all, answer me this. What do you remember?" I remember... I remember some... water, and people that meant a greatdeal to me. I can't make them. I reminded myself that this was supposed to be the best piercing salon in all of New York, and it would be well worth the price. After I had paid for everything, Emmanuel directed me to walk up the stairs and sit on the couch. Your piercer will be right out, your jewelry is just being sterilized. I waited on the couch, palms sweaty and knees weak, waiting for my piercer. I sat there imagining the most terrifying man in the world. He would be 65 and over 200 pounds. Hed be bald and covered. Good, Daddy!" His hand flew over his cock. His ass bounced on the floor. He forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch the girl's climax. Suddenly, the dam broke. "Baby!... Oh!... Daddy's coming!" he wailed. Still shivering from coming, she forced her fingers from her pussy and dropped to her knees. His hand had frozen on the shaft of his cock and she could see the purple head of it swell and spread as the hot river of come flowed up the column of hot flesh. Her head dipped.