"Bring me the towel, bitch." came Scott's deep voice.I turned towards the voice to see Scott standing there, expectantly. His shower had been warm, an...d he wasn't shivering. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me menacingly, like I was an opposition player on the football field he was planning on just running over instead of running around. I told Dr Farthing that I didn't really know why, but I found myself retrieving my towel and bringing it to Scott instead of wrapping it. He look at me asking if I think if my wife is hot, I nod a yes,so he will give her some refreshment.laughing he swivel her stool so she face the waiter and from behind undoes her blouse down to the second last button,I can't believe she let him do that but finally she get up.Before I can say or do anything the barmen start to gently kiss her neck under the left ear,she immediately bend her head towards the left shoulder to deny him access to a most sensitive spot, in the meanwhile the waiter. The effects of this hallucination had not worn off by the time the investigation was handed off to another agency (see below).At 0910, 15 Jun [redacted], the undersigned arrived and began investigation. Initial inquiries with staff members and video logs confirmed information reported in paragraph one, above.At 0930, 15 Jun [redacted], the undersigned began reviewing video surveillance logs for the twenty-four hours previous to the discovery that Doe was missing. The tapes clearly showed that. "I slide my hips to the side, his hand sliding between my legs as I give a soft moan, sucking his wound still, then slowly closing it with my tongue. He groans as his hand slides between my legs. rubbing my pussy and inner thigh. I look up at him and slowly starting to kneel, his hand still touching my pussy a tad. He starts to probe a bit, then to my shocked pleasure he slides a finger in, I gasp from the sheer pleasure of that one finger, growling softly with want of much much more. He.