Dylan pushes harder on her face and slams himself into her. She groans into his palm and my knotted stomach tightens. Watching him overtake her is so... fucking sexy. I’ve never, fucking ever, thought about Dylan as more than a friend, my friend’s boyfriend. But seeing him shoving himself into her is enticing. His hard stomach is flexing under his quick, rough movements. He looks powerful, capable, dominant. I'm so fucking horny. I feel myself leaning closer as I try to get a better look. I can. Once she was brought into the next room, the men had several hours on their hands before her mom and dad showed up again.She had been thrown unceremoniously onto a leather couch while the other men kept their Uzi's nearby. Dakota could not lay on her back with her hands cuffed behind her. The next person, who seemed to be in command after Manual left, seemed to be Chico."Stand the fuck up you little cunt." He said as he pulled out his switchblade. Dakota was terrified and started to "mew". The zone of variability was marked in chalk-lines upon the ancient brick masonry of the laboratory floor. The test objects were securely ensconced within the projected field of the enormous induction coils surrounding the projector, but the professor and his esteemed audience stood safely outside the target area in a crowded arc of British intellectual curiosity.The unusual bracelet the professor wore upon his left wrist escaped our notice that night, yet its mate was destined to play a pivotal. "Rodney, you, Alan and Jon step out to the car and get my chair, would you please?" I heard their murmured agreement, and the door opening and closing.I had no idea what was happening, and I was not sure I wanted to know--but I was so hard, and I loved orally worshipping my Goddess Janelle's well-used holes and cleaning them hungrily (and lovingly). Whatever She wanted to do was fine with me, though I did hope She would allow me to cum in the end.I suddenly became aware of bodies pressing.