Many people will begin their Saturday like any other, completely unaware that far away is a secret lab built to test experimental, extremely unethical... technology. The God Box is “Wrong” on many levels, but the alpha phase is complete. A research team discovered methods to modify reality and expected to cure disease and eliminate poverty but instead died under mysterious circumstances before the findings could be published. The results were quickly engineered to do so much more than was. "I didn't think you'd ever come back to see me." She said, holding my hand. "I told you I would when I was back out this way. At this time it's just me, hubby is back at home taking care of a few things there. If everything goes as planned, he will be able to come out and visit in a day or two." "It's been quite a while," She shook her head slightly. "but, the years have been decent enough." "Well, I am glad to see you are still working here." I smiled, and I hugged her again. She laughed. He slathered her with his saliva before trying to push his tongue inside her, until finally after several minutes, her tight ring surrendered to him and she could feel him push through her sphincter. She moaned louder, fighting against the urge to pull away from him, wanting him to claim every part of her for his own depraved desires. Once he was able to push into her, he inserted most of his long tongue up her ass, slowly stretching it until he was satisfied then replaced it with one of his. That definitely was not teasing. ‘Damon!’ Scott said excitedly, rushing towards me and splashing rum and Coke all over his arm in the process. ‘They’re over there. At the bar! Fuck they’re hot! They look like porn stars or something.’ I accepted the drink and quickly slammed the entire thing. If I was going to approach those two, I was going to need some more liquid courage. ‘Wait here,’ I suggested before walking off towards the bar. I manoeuvred my way through the crowded club and hopped.