She squeezed her eyes shut, an unconscious reflex, but that didn't stop Windfeather from painting an image of the world in green in her mind.The image...vanished.The world folded about itself.She couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't scream. Everything was compressed and twisted. It felt so much longer than the brief teleportation yesterday. Panic begin to trickle in. What if something had gone wrong and they were—The world unfolded. Her vision returned. She gasped in a breath."We're here,". Your choice.”I licked my lips, nodded. It was tempting to struggle on, make it a bit harder for the boys. He must have sensed what was going on in my mind. He winked at me, at least that was what I thought, before he straightened up again.“Alright. Adjustments. One rough tug at my arm brought me to my feet again.Slowly Ryan traced the outline of my hardened nipples through the fabric with his fingers. “Is this as hard as it gets?” he teased me and twisted both without warning. I moaned in pain. I loved the silence of neither of us speaking. The silence heightened the effect of what was taking place. By being quiet my pleasure increased and Maxine's fear and sense of uncertainty heightened.I continued my circular motions on her mound and tit as the nipple continued to harden and the stain increased. I pulled my left hand off her mound to the sound of a slight sigh and placed it on her thighs and then placed my mouth on her material-covered mound to yet another sharp intake of breath. Gymnastics... " Gina trailed off into a sigh of pleasure as his hand moved down between her shoulder blades. "You're really good at this," she mumbled."Thanks," Sam said. "Why don't you let me give you a real massage?" That sounds terrific," Gina said. Sam began working his way down her back, his fingers erasing tension as they went. He had a very delicate touch, but his hands were strong; he could bring pressure to bear on tight muscles, while moving gently over sore spots. Gina felt herself.