I froze, my face nowbright red as the tips of his fingers touched the base of the dildoplug.I could bear it no longer, I turned to look at him and he ...miled at me.Please don't I heard myself whisper. He just smiled and pushed hisfingers so the dildo pushed against me. I could feel him fiddlingaround, wondering what he was doing until I felt the dildo start toslid out of my ass a few inches, before he thrust it in again. I jumpedinvoluntarily knocking into the lady next to me. Leaning forward. A glow beganforming around each of the two, building up into a shimmering outline ofeach of the two figures; they grew in intensity then slowly moved out,before crossing each other and settling over the opposite figure, wherethey dissipated into the unconscious bodies. The humming decreased andthe lights dwindled down to nothing, silence filled the cargo bay.Sometime later the doctor opened her eyes and shook her head to clear thefog, her head ached and she felt a little queasy. Stepping away. She withdrew more and more into the computer, conversing for months with several writers of rapist-snuff stories. Her favorite writer, now that Snuffher was no more, was BadCop, an online porn writer who told her via e-mails that although he was a policeman, he enjoyed writing violent sexual stories. He sounded like an intelligent guy. He would constantly counsel her on the dangers of making online contacts.When BadCop eventually told Gabriella that he was black, she started thinking about him. His hand immediately found her nipple. He tweaked it causing Heather to let out a squeak. Heather's cry drew attention from a few around the pool, including Karen and myself. The attention caused both of them to stop what they were doing, realizing that both spouses were present, as well as many others around the pool. Heather and Steve settled down a bit, continuing to lightly tease each other, maintaining the appearance of only neighborly conversation. Steve's wife Karen gathered a few.