But still it brought the same excitement to her as that first day so long ago. It had been years since the first time she had snuck into the bathroom ...with the stolen collar in hand. Something had changed in her that afternoon, and it had all started with a daydream. Kara didn’t know where the dream had come from. It seemed to form within her consciousness from the deep dark corners of her mind. Even today it was as vivid as that first time. It always began in a room so dark that she was afraid. The engines were running full out and we had to help them with our own efforts to get through this area. The altitude changed as we moved back and forth through the bends in the river. It was actually the bends that slowed the water as it cut one mighty grove in the rock.As the days passed we transported food and equipment to the two groups. Some articles had to be altered only after they were tested more fully. Both groups had run across small groups of humans but usually they ran if they. Jason was naked now and lying on the bed with his knees up and spread apart. I had been ordered to lick his cock, balls and ass. As I was doing this I could feel my panties getting pulled down and Tiffany rubbed some cold lube into my ass. She then grabbed my shoulder and eased the head of the strap-on dildo she had put on into my ass. I moaned as she drilled me. Jason sat back and began stroking himself while watching us. After 10 minutes Jason couldn't watch anymore, he ushered Tiffany aside. It’s just a shock is all. Yes, you’ve been a perfect gentleman.”Jim almost laughed at this.“We need to talk, Samantha.”“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Jim.”“Listen, Sam, I’ve seen nearly naked pics of you and sent them back as tributes. What harm can a little conversation do? I just want to talk to you, that’s all (for now, he added in his head).”“Oh my god. The pictures.”“For crying out loud, Sam, we met on Flickr. You liked my stories, remember? And then you started emailing me? Remember?.