At first the exercise was very clumsy. It was very difficult for Emma to proceed knowing that Charlotte was filming her every move. She kept catching ...limpses of the video recorder as it panned around her crotch and her breasts. Charlotte herself was thinking more of her own humiliation in filming the woman she loved doing the things she wanted to do, and finding it difficult to keep her mind on the object of the exercise. However, the more experienced Harriett took everything in command. She. He was growing tired of this game. During the straight sections of road he would nearly catch her, but before he could make a move, a curve would force him to slow down and the Porsche would leap ahead.Not this time. He pushed the power window button. The glass dropped smoothly. O'Donnell grasped the Glock in his left hand and nudged it out the open window. Using the gun wasn't as exciting as shoving her off the road using the Jeep, but it would have to do. She couldn't be allowed to make it. After fucking my asshole with his lubricated fingers, he slid them out. Dr Schmidt then took a large electro anal probe off the cart. It was a long thick, penis like metallic device. He called over one of the guards. The guard separated my naked bottom. With one hand, he fully inserted the 8 inch probe into my anus and deep up my rectum to its full length. I arched my back when he finally shoved it all the way in, and placed the wired end of the probe into a stand set on the floor to the. You expected the gut-shaking, floor-trembling, but still so crystal-clear sounds of a nightclub to do better service to the tracks you'd downloaded off the internet than your stereo system at home. Whatever the manufacturers of sound cards and speakers claimed, nothing could compare with the real deal: especially at the hundred decibel mark. There was also nothing that any amount of technology could do to match the buzz of an E or two, enhanced by a line of sulphate, a sniff of coke and the.