Making a 'tape' is a little different than modifying a mind or just watching events in someone's mind. 'Taping' makes it so they relive the events to ... certain degree. It's better if it's like a dream. I noticed while we were in there that Becky was doing some things that seemed unrelated to the 'taping'.After we were done, we hugged Crystal and sent her back to her parents. I stayed back with Becky to talk with her for a minute."Becky, what else were you doing in there?" I asked. I knew Becky. They must have had a grandstand view of my gaping wet pussy as I bent forward with my tongue in Tracy’s.“It’s alright, I have locked the doors,” I said.Now, I am a bit of an exhibitionist and despite my highly aroused state, I could have gone higher.“Would you like to give them a show?” I asked Tracy.“Erm…I’m not sure. I’ve never done anything like this before.” She was obviously very nervous. I kissed her.“I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way, Tracy, but I have been on the brink of an. ” The walking conversation brought them to Amisha’s building. “This is my stop.” “Mush easier than getting Simran into that shuttle, and good company, too.” He looked up the empty streets. The traffic lights had all switched to flashing red. “Thanks for letting me hang out.” Before he could move away, she touched his arm. “You want to come up?” Amisha blurted. “You sure?” She was anything but sure, but she liked the look of him and was having fun for the first time in weeks and didn’t want. And maybe just the slightest spark of something else, a hint of possibility not even tacitly acknowledged.Then one day coincidence brought us both to the same Thai place for a late lunch. Very late, actually, as the serving area was about to close for the afternoon and there were only a few people still eating. So naturally, we chose to eat together, selecting the closest booth, which was in the back corner.We sat facing each other and made the usual small talk between people whose connection.