She told me she needed a shower and went into the bath room... I followed with condoms in hand and watched as she washed her hair and cleaned up her f...ce... she looked and me and started to rub her own tits... soon her hand slid down and she started to wank herself off... she asked me to go to the bed room and open her top small draw... I did and found a slim line sex toy, I brought it back to her and she took it and slid in inside herself... as I watched she fucked herself with this little. The three of just sat there recovering from the massive exertion as the sexual tension eased. Cindy had apparently sobered up from the liquor, but now was now consumed by a totally different and powerful intoxication. Her eyes were on fire with unquenchable sexual desire. Steve unsteadily rose to his feet, as if to leave. “Where are you going?” Cindy howled. “You’ve got to fuck me again! You both must fuck me again!” she shrieked. Steve looked at my wife in amazement and then sat back. "Hurt, tired, scared shitless: guaranteed you will feel all of them, and you won't have the foggiest notion that what is happening to you isn't real. And... even now, I'm still not absolutely certain it wasn't real." I totally agree," Ann said. "When I was welcomed by the Scout's AI and stepped aboard for what was really the first time, I had no doubts about the ship, its controls, or my ability to operate it, because I had already flown it many times, and generally under some rather trying. Her eyes sprang open when she realized her arms were being restrained somehow. She tried to turn her head but found it held in place somehow. She frantically tried to move her feet and legs. From what she could see and feel, she was in some sort of a metal chair that was reclined to a 45 degree angle. As Deb looked down at her own body, she realized she was naked and secured with thick leather straps to the metal chair. "Chair" was the closest word that came to her mind, but it was not like any.