.”“There’s more?!” Chris blurted.“I can erase ‘Chris Simpson’ from the records. You’re going to be an alien. As in ... from outer spac.... I’ve tried several thousand scenarios. Nothing else comes close to working. You’re going to have unearthly powers and know unearthly things.”“Okay. This is nutso. Whoever is running this thing is K.R.A.Z.E.E. I’m out. No transporter beams. No alien powers. No supercomputer intelligences. K.R.A.Z.E.E.” She clicked off the comm unit.Io continued to speak over. ‘Thwack’ A second crisp flick of his wrist, matching unrelenting pain scorching her other thigh, her head jerks forward between her bouncing breasts. That welt just as high catching her puffy labium, her vaginal muscles reflexively quiver as moisture flicks off her twitching clithood. ‘Thwack!’ A harsher uppercut, the tip of the branch disappearing between the quivering folds, her naked body jerks upwards yet again, her breasts flailing, head jerking back as her guttural. Then I waited for my total points, but nothing came out.After some more time came a series of announcements, the last one - in broken English – came, announcing that because of my jump being too long, the whole round would be restarted. I wanted to scream. Didn’t the idiots know that I used to be a ski jumper? I was SUPPOSED to jump further than the others! Bastards! However, I knew that once the decision was made, it wouldn’t be reversed. So, most likely, I’d be the last man coming down from. ’ ‘No way! You’re not getting a blowjob too!’ ‘Okay then. What about condoms? Do you want me to wear one?’ Jen thought about it for a moment before answering. ‘Nah. Just do it.’ Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. Jen took off her socks, tossing them to the side. As she started to undo her pants she looked up at me. ‘Aren’t you going to undress?’ ‘I thought I’d just watch you first,’ I answered wryly. ‘Well, you thought wrong. Get ’em off!’ I let out a laugh as I pulled my shirt over my.