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oiled his hands again, but this time worked on my toes, rubbing each one individually. He moved over my instep and finally across my calves and thighs. He stopped and poured more oil onto his hands, letting it drip off his fingers before massaging it into my folds, making sure he didn’t miss any of the little crevices. He circled my clit. I let out a sigh.
    I raised my hands above me, feeling the oil and my cream marry. He parted my pussy lips, slipping an oily finger inside me, taking me by surprise and making me come.
    “Slow down, Natasha. Enjoy.”
    He finger fucked me, and I closed my eyes. I tried to make it last, but I’ve always liked the reward better than the build-up. I came again, this time squeezing his finger between my pussy walls.
    “Turn over,” he requested after pulling out of me.
    I flipped onto my belly, resting my face on the oval padding and looking downward at a TV screen showing a man and a woman fucking. I was so involved in watching that I almost didn’t feel his hands sliding over my ass until he spanked me.
    It hurt at first, stinging, burning as he hit me again. However, I soon relaxed and got used to the pain. I watched the couple in the movie and the discomfort turned to pleasure when I found myself coming each time his hand made contact with my skin.
    I shook, the table shook, and then he fingered the rim of my anus, tickling it and causing me to come over and over again.
    I was falling, spinning, and the room grew lighter, and I found myself tethered to a bed with a canopy above it. Two men lay on either side of me. They were naked, and touched me, sliding their hands slowly and then quickly, parting my legs and touching me until I cried out.
    One of the men slid his cock into me, thrust into me for a few minutes and then the other man took his place. He did the same until both took turns with me until I found myself falling into what felt like red velvet touching my body. It tickled me, and as I cried out, enjoying my release, I realized I’d let go of the lever and my session was over.
    My heart raced. Todd stood on the other side of the glass. He smiled and walked into the chamber.
    “I take it you just visited the sensory room,” he said.
    I lifted off the machine, feeling relaxed and very stimulated. “The best part so far,” I said.
    “Just wait to see what’s in store for you tomorrow.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Every day had become an adventure, and I wondered if in the end, and if the Earth didn’t right itself, that perhaps people would live their entire lives through virtual reality to escape the drudgery and fear.
    I found myself back on the island during the following day’s session. The drapes billowed outward from my room. I walked out onto the patio, seeing the swimming pool close by. No one else was there so I decided to skinny dip. Something I hadn’t done since Joel and I had been on our honeymoon in Jamaica. In fact, this place reminded me a lot of the hotel and setting. Maybe the team had managed to access some memory in my brain and recreated it for me to relive.
    I walked across the grass, the dew and blades going between my toes. I reached the edge of the pool and couldn’t decide whether or not to lower myself slowly into the water via the steps or just dive in.
    I chose the latter and went under the water. After I came up, I wasn’t alone. A man swam by me, catching me with his leg.
    “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he said.
    “It’s okay. I didn’t see you either.”
    “Did I hurt you? Maybe I should check out your body.” He pulled me in close, running his hands over my thighs and butt. “Lovely skin,” he said.
    Joel had always thought so too.
    “Have you ever fucked in a pool before?” he asked.
    Actually, I had. With Joel and on our honeymoon. Late one night while no one had been around.
    He massaged my breasts as I clung to him, wrapping my legs around him, his erection brushing against my bush. Soon we kissed, fucking as if we knew