I imagine myself taking my top off in public at the start of the ride and then going even further and pulling off my panties and then riding away with...the wind caressing my naked skin. I would feel the leather bike seat against my naked butt, rubbing against my pussy as I lean forward to take hold of the handle bars. As I ride there are spectators watching all of us go by. Guys standing on the side ogle my nudity, stare at my nipples and then focus in and look at my bottom half. Suddenly, I. They did manicures too. My nails were buffed, polished with twocoats of a deep red, and lacquered with protective clear coat. with twocoats of a deep red. I felt an insatiable hunger when I held up myhands admiringly, my long fingers holding my cigarette. As sublime as it was to have my hair styled with those layers andflairs, and to have my nails so expertly shaped and polished, it wasbeyond all that when I held up the mirror as she attended to myeyebrows. This was a risk. She plucked. ”“Everybody,” Aggie said quietly, “If you’re ever in the pyramid, do not jump D-5 from carriage 395. It’ll bring you ... here ... Emily, what do I do?”“I think you’ll have to let the carriage door close.”“Really? This triangle would be a horrible place to ... to be trapped.” Aggie had stopped herself from saying, “to die.”“It’s your only option for changing your state.”“But my carriage is my only source of air.”Back at the Hilton, Emily squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. “I know,” she. I rested my middle and index finger across her open mouth, letting her breathe on them for a second while I adjusted my mouth further down her vagina, getting my nose wet, exhaling inside of her, not giving a fuck if she liked that or not. She started sucking on my fingers. That was what I wanted. That was what all women did in this situation. Literally, all. It didn’t matter how much of their own bodily fluids were on your fingers; they would suck them. She was getting towards her high point.