He knew the risk of asking. If it had happened as it thought surely it had, then Brandi may feel badly that he didn’t remember it as importantly as ...he did and then even worse if she felt that something she felt very real about had been remembered by him as an unsubstantiated dream. He decided that probably the best route to take was to not mention it, or at least not until she did and from her remark, draw his conclusion. Brandi sipped her coffee quietly, he though to not interrupt her deep. The man stood up from where he'd been reading a book under a tree and approached Paul."Hello," he said. "You must be Beatrice's husband. Pleased to meet you." Likewise," said Paul who was now faced with the problem he always dreaded which was of thinking of something to say in reply. What did you say to a total stranger? The best he could think of was to refer to the subject of shared interest. "You know my wife, then?" Well, yes," said the scientist who took his gaze away from Paul and stared. I felt his hands on my legs, they moved from my feet slowly up my thigh, right to the top, and his fingers were in my again, the other hand lifted one of my legs and put it up high, resting it onto a pad, he changed hands and did the same with my other leg, it felt like my legs were in stirrups, and I felt totally exposed "fuck me, your pussy is begging me to have it", he said, "put both hands above your head", totally controlled by him I did as he asked and then felt the bed move, I realised. I glanced back and they were already running! I knew it hadn't been 30 seconds. I don't think it had even been 15, those dirty bastards! Before too long they were right on top of me. I could hear them panting and laughing. Laughing. My breasts were sore from having to run without any support. I don't even feel my feet anymore. The adrenaline is coursing through my veins and I feel like I'm running for my life.Joe was the faster of the two. He had caught up to the point where he was practically.