If I reared up when she used her cane or any other device the ribbon would pull the clamps still tighter. Bent as I was I could only see up to her wai...st and I watched as she slowly slipped a finger into her pussy and worked it slowly in and out. She squatted to look into my eyes and she must have seen arousal and fear. ‘Oh, baby,’ she said with a grin. ‘You totally get this don’t you?’ I nodded. I didn’t much like it but I certainly got it. She propped the cane so its handle was almost touching. I just didn't want to take your candy away. Um, where is it?"Star raised her right leg and placed it on Jon's shoulder. Vic's eyes went wide, he had an inkling of what was coming, but wasn't sure. Jon was clueless, but his eyes were riveted to Star's crotch and the g-string covering her obviously shaven pussy."There's another one in there," she said running a long fingernail the length of her slit and leaving a visible indentation for both men to see. "Now I offered you a butterscotch ... it's. Start over." Start over... as in relive my life?" you question."More accurately, a life. In the simplest of terms, consider this a perpetual second chance with infinite possibilities. You could start over with the same birth as your mortal life and take different paths as you grow. You could live the life of another, be it a family member, a friend, or even a complete stranger. You could go back to the old 21st Century you've just left behind, or to an earlier time period, or even catapult. His beautiful, thick shaft, cut and veined and hard. He pushes again, this time he means it. His head passes my point of no return. My ass takes him in. We moan together. He slides deep into me and rests again, his sweet flat stomach wet against my ass and his thick meat filling me. He starts to rock, sliding out of me. Not all the way, just enough that I can feel his head just inside. Back in, slowly. Out again quickly, back in slowly. His rhythm. Out fast, in slow. Jesus he's a good fuck! My.