”My body tingled as the unseen spirits washed over me. Everything seemed to slow down around me and yet I moved just as quick as before. I stood up ...hile Seamus drew back his sword for attack. It seemed almost comical how slow he moved.I rushed around him, dodging the slow-moving spirits with ease. I twisted around them as I rushed for the Warlock. He raised his sinuous dagger. The blade was ringed in darkness. I stabbed in. His blade slashed out at me.But it moved so slowly, like a ladle. He’d barely applied suction when she let out an ear-piercing shriek – abruptly cut off by her thighs clamping down around his ears. Caught in the trap of her legs and clawed fingers, all he could do was ride her bucking hips as she screamed and climaxed. Half the time, he was held so tightly against her that he couldn’t manage to catch a breath. After a somewhat frightening minute or so, her legs lost their strength and she sucked in a ragged gasp. Tim sat up and drew in several quick, deep. He was in his fifties, and really didn’t seem to be looking after himself. He had a belly on him, and a couple of days of beard; and this wasn’t the first day he’d worn that shirt, or those trousers. “Yes please,” I replied. “Could you untie me?” “I could,” he said. I gulped, “I’d be very grateful.” That made him smile – well, it was more of a leer. He circled me, never taking his eyes off me as he walked around the tree. I had no way to stop him, no way to protect my body from his staring.. There they were, with Marta bent over a box, sans clothes, with Thsam behind giving her the old heave-ho. Focusing the camera in (just to make sure that Thsam wasn't damaging a fellow crew member, you understand, ) I could see that Thsam's penis, or perhaps I should say peni, were like his nose: long, flexible, highly controlled, and there were two of them! I turned up the volume (to make sure this was an act of mutual consent, ) and Marta was moaning and groaning as one of Thsam's peni was in.