I’m not sure I’d want him to try. What he did was about short term memory, which he says is stored temporarily in two places in the brain. From wh...t he described, long term memory is scattered all over the place. It would be like trying to find all of the pages of a book that had been ripped out and scattered all over the library ... in total darkness.”“So what are you going to do if I say no?”“Leave, and hope you give us a head start before you notify the authorities that I contacted. You'll see. And I'm just as excited about it as you are. It's something new to me, too."She knelt beside the broad and hairy man as he stretched out on the carpet and spread his legs wide. Chri's thick shaft was lifted powerfully, the heavy, flanged head throbbing and looking bigger than Lauralee remembered. She was just a little afraid that something might happen, that her vagina couldn't stretch far enough, with added pressure being put upon its delicate sheathing by another cock being shoved. “Yeah, that’s not even it” continued Destiny “I was in the boot of that car for what seemed like ages, my speech gagged and my vision non-existent. All of a sudden out of the darkness, I heard the boot door open and I was lifted out into someone’s arms. I was carried through the evening air and inside, after I noticed the change in temperature, and was dumped harshly onto the floor. Suddenly, the bag was whipped off my head and the tape roughly removed from my mouth. I knelt naked with my hands. I'm surprised, looking to Murielle, I fixe her neck hoping to inject the idea of a reaction in her mind; I try to meet her eyes in the mirror, but she ignores me completely. I see that she smiles at him, they continue to talk, his gaze goes from her face to her chest, probably because she does not stop quibbling with the top buttons of her blouse. Is she nervous? I panic a bit but I remember her promise: "no Sex”. I keep looking to her legs and what I was afraid of arrives of course. The hand.