I took a deep breath to compose myself; this is it!"Hi, I'm Deedee." Deedee has a low throaty voice, which I've practicedfor hours. I can talk in her ...oice without ever thinking about it, andit's definitely not Dalt's voice. My voice won't give me away, but doesDeedee look too much like Dalt? Sally's only met me once, and that wasalmost 5 years ago, and Deedee is my cousin, after all..."Hi, Deedee, I'm Sally! C'mon in, I'm almost ready!" She leads me to theliving room, and sways into the. The 41-year-old registered nurse looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The physical signs were as bad as she had feared. Her blue eyes were glassy, the pupils widely dilated. In contrast to the porcelain whiteness of the rest of her body, her upper chest and throat glowed a delicate shade of pink, a sign of sexual stimulation in Caucasian women. Oversized, blood-engorged areolas and nipples poking through her white blouse, another brazen signifier of lust. No bra. They plan to intercept Jeannie before she goes inside and bring her tothe coven.Sitting on the porch, Ingrid's life as she knows it is over. She doesnot know what punishment awaits her, but she knows that she and Jeanniewill never enjoy a life together like they have had since Jeannie was asmall child. It's so sad.As she is sitting there, an old Hyundai pulls up in her driveway. It'sJeannie's car. Getting out, though, the person is not Jeannie. It issomeone Ingrid has not seen for many. The more tired my legs got the more shocks I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can tell when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the point of no return Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming.