"But then he remembered that he was supposed to say a magic word. What was it again? "Poopshooter? Pooshatta?" No, that wasn't it. "Pooshatwa? Pootash...a?" Suddenly, a glow bathed the small model, the air in the room grew warm and starting swirling, and within a few seconds, a full-sized motorcycle was parked on the floor in front of him. It looked more or less like the model -- the same color, the same basic style. Yet unlike the plastic model, this was clearly a working motorcycle -- it was. I can feel my whole body relax as I feel like Im being cradled in a heated hammock. The soft glow of the room and the natural heat feels almost too comfortable. The tentacles begin to work over my whole body with a gentle massage secreting more of the light goop, and the intoxicating smell makes my head spin and feel like Im floating. The tentacles work their way up my robe and slowly undo the bow I tied around my waist. I lose my robe beneath me, and am quite exposed but my mind is still in. It was so fast and so hard that he forced the air from her lungs. After a few seconds, Jenny had to struggle to breath. Jerry loosened his grip, but still held her tightly, rocking her back and forth as you would a baby or small child. Jenny looked up and this time, right into Jerry's tear filled eyes she saw his love for her."Oh, Jerry, don't cry for me. It wasn't that bad and besides if it hadn't been for me you would never have been locked..."Jerry silenced her as his lips came down to hers. I had a new respect for Brian and all I wanted to do was comply. I knocked softly on the door when I had cleaned up and Mr. Villalobos stood up when I walked back into the room. “You may sit, Krystenah,” Brian told me. I winced even before I sat down. I knew this wasn’t an offer, but a veiled command. I lowered myself and felt the glow burst again in my fiery ass and thighs. I believe I heard Brian murmur, “Good girl,” under his breath, which heartened me and I smiled goofily, high on the.