Hesitantly, he accepted the offer and quickly found himself in the mysterious agency's headquarters several hundred miles above the Earth. Without spe...ializing in engineering or science, he was given the quick run down of what was up.It was explained to him that time can be thought of as a rope. The beginning of time would represent the beginning of the rope while the current time would be the other end of the rope. Within this rope, each thread could represent individual human lives and the. .anything, but noting comes to mind. All you know is that rubber is amajor trigger, one for which you have been programmed. At the thought ofprogramming you wonder if you are a sentient being at all and not acomputer. As your breathing and thoughts calm you drift into a lightsleep marred only by the gentle stroking of you groin. You concentrate,is it really a caress or are you imagining it?It slips away and you realise it was imagination, but there it is backagain, a little more insistent this. My hands slowly brush over her stomach, finding her thong that is still damp from the night before. My fingers glide over the satin covering her pussy rubbing gently at first steadily increasing the pressure as I feel her wetness sprea through the material. Jane is holding my cock firmly through my knickers, grinding her hand against me, the heel of her hand pressing hard sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I pull Jane's thong to the side and run my fingers around the outline. .he didn't fancy his chances. The fact was, he decided, this girl is just enjoying getting me worked up, and they are both laughing and me knowing I can't do anything. But that was far from the truth. Perhaps it was the drink. Perhaps it was the feel of this man cock and throb of her own privates but Rachael decided to act on a new and very wicked thought. She leaned forward and whispered into her partner's ear and he smiled more broadly."Mmmm," she moaned, still rubbing her wet gash and.