“That’s more like it…” she panted, then sat up and wearily looked around. “I can teleport again!”There was dry desert and flatlands almost...to the horizon, then baked brown, rolling hills continuing on to the west. To the south, it looked the same. To the north and east, the flatlands seemed to go on forever. “Where the hell am I?” she asked no one in particular.‘Praetor! Can you hear me?’There was no response. At least, none that she could detect through the roar in her head. Now that she. “I need to go pee before I go out,” Mo whined. All the coffee and water she had drunk that morning had arrived in her bladder, and she was starting to feel the need in a big way.“You can do that when you get back. Hurry along now,” Jessica said as she guided Mo to the hotel door. The door shut behind Mo, and then the vibrator nestled against her pussy turned on. It felt amazing, but it also put more pressure on her bladder. Mo tried to hurry to the elevator, but the buttplug made it hard to. My train had been shoved out of the way this year. It was kind of sad, but I just had too much other stuff to do to play with a model railroad."You're a pretty cool boyfriend," Whitney said. "Wish you were, like, eight inches taller. I think I'd try to get you out of the dating group." Oh, you just think that because I won't let you get a shot off." That's true." What? That was supposed to be sarcastic. "I mean, Coach Hancock has had me in to work with a few guys he wants on the JV team and. I assumed they slept in separate bedrooms; the Rectory had at least six, as it had been built some fifty years previously when the then incumbent had ten children living in the house. I imagined George, creeping down the hallway to indulge in conjugal connection with the shy, timid wife; or did she tiptoe along to red faced George's room, and then mount and gallop him, like he galloped his hunter with the Pewsey Hunt? Both vignettes seemed to be equally preposterous, given the nature of the two.