She'd cum harder then she ever had before, and she'd done so over and over again. Despite that, Megan knew something about the whole thing had been wr...ng. It wasn't the sex itself, nothing that felt that good could possibly be bad. The problem was her role in the whole thing. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced she was on the right track. But she couldn't pin it down precisely. She was sure she'd figure it out, eventually. She just needed time. And no distractions.Wrapped. I buried my forehead onto my arm, exhaling deep, striving to catch my breath. A pat on my shoulder than an unfamiliar male voice said, “Getting ready for the London Marathon, mate.” The group of people he was with, chuckled at his comment. They continued, towards the direction the crowds were going.When my breathing was stable, I looked around me. You usually don’t get so many, visitors at Alexandra Palace, even on a Saturday. There must be a function in The Great Hall, I said to myself. Making. .....very different. We had not been out for a long time and we were both adamant that tonight was going to be fun. I just did not know how much fun. We always use these nights to spur on foreplay for us to engage in later at home. As the night wore on she continued to drink a bit, not to excess but enough she had a good buzz going. At the table she was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs with a touch of dangling in between. I had noticed her boss checking out her feet throughout the. "Matrix? Report!" Psyche called at me."No time. If we don't get Phoenix conscious in 5 minutes, these 8 guysare dead." I said bluntly. "'Shaper!" Yo!" Metalshaper responded."Create a simple knife, 5 inch blade at least and give it to me. Now."He willed his power, and in thin air, a knife appeared. His power is tochange any substance into another, but either the substance he'screating from or the end product must be metal. I grabbed the knife andstabbed Phoenix in the heart."Matrix?!?! What the.