"Can you help me?" she asked suddenly as she stood in front of the bed with her hands covering her crotch, "Um, I need to use your bathroom. I'm all s...quishy."I shook the past from my mind and got off the bed to help her. "Need a hand?" I asked her as I guided her into the restroom which was decorated top to bottom in white tiles.Heather spun around looking shocked and surprised. "NO!" she laughed, "Absolutely not. I can do this myself. Now go on. Shoo. Get dressed. I won't be long." she ordered. Since I was dead last I had two pieces of toast and a bowl of oatmeal, not a bad breakfast if you couldn't still smell the sausage, bacon, and eggs that were no where to be seen. Grumbling I got up from the table and turned my dishes over to the girls that were working in the kitchen this week. No we weren't lucky enough to have girls living with us, but they would bus in for punishment details, and had to do our cooking and cleaning. Which us guys just hooted and hollered at. Most of the time. “Oh God! Fuck! I’m cumming…fuck…oh fuck me…yes, yes….cumming….” Shamita’s orgasm ripped through her.My cock was dripping precum – having been so deep in her throat, seeing her intense pleasure at swallowing my thick cock had me right on the edge. Shamita took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck me savagely, stopping to stroke me so she could tell me, “Cum! I want to see you cum. Show me your hot cum shooting out of your big cock. I want it! I want your cum, lover…spray me…shoot it all. I ... hate ... fucking ... time travel. The holy grail of science fiction stories and the reality is that it hurts, it feels like some asshole is sanding your skin off and shining a searchlight at your eyes. And when things go wrong, as they inevitably do, they go spectacularly fucking wrong.Our instructions were simple on paper. Take a quick trip back to the Cretaceous-period, because the academics need more information about Velociraptors. The last team they sent back had landed on the flank.