The cameras are Pan Tilt and zoom cameras so he can zero in on the action. He does and he tells me to drop my pants like I did in the woods. I do, but... still very unsure about this. I am having a hard time getting hard now. There is a little fear because of what is about to happen. I can't get hard. I'm too nervous. He sees this and says don't worry. You said you wanted someone to treat your cock like she was treating his, I'm gonna do just that. And makes me lay down and next thing you know. It'll be even spookier after we send the Go code. Except for the station's encrypted link with the CAT, we will be completely communications isolated. We won't be able to cry for help, scream that our partner is trying to kill us, plead that we're mortally injured... We will be completely isolated from the rest of the world. Even our link to hologram entertainment will shut down. No matter what happens, we won't see another human or hear a news report about the world until July 7th." Well, we. "We were standing in the hall when I said, "There will be no gang photo op. Not today, not ever." I looked him hard in the eye. "Do we understand each others?" Who do you think you are?" he asked."TJ, let me explain something to you. If you get killed, your mama or your whore, is going to sue the racetrack and the manager. So they have to carry liability insurance on your ass. The insurance company insists they provide you with a body guard, so they at least have a chance to say we did all we. I spent half of it dancing,mostly in a group with other women. Not for religious reasons. Justthat, at every bar or bat mitzvah, you'd have the hora that everyonedid; the requisite slow couples' dances; and the rest was women dancingtogether to fast numbers. Well, mostly. There was always one couplethat would get their freak on, arms and legs flying. I was envious ofthem. I would never have had the confidence to utterly embarrassmyself like that. The DJ handed out sunglasses and feather.