Slowly, she tried to open her eyes. The fluorescent lights overhead were hemmed in by what she could make out to be ceiling tiles. She was closer to t...em than she would be if she were on the floor, so she figured she was on a table of some kind. ‘Thank you, officer,’ Genie’s voice said, sounding closer and stronger than it had moments ago. ‘I’ll take it from here.’ ‘Genie?’ Doris croaked. ‘You’ll be okay, sweetie,’ Genie said delicately. She ran her fingers along Doris’s forearm and tsunamis of. At length, she slipped it into her oven, went to the sink, and washed her hands, before filling the kettle and switching it on.She sat at the table and regarded Helen with a neutral expression. “Tea, coffee? My name’s Betty, by the way.”“Either. I usually have tea after lunchtime, but I don’t mind.”“So. I’ve been on at my son for several years to find a young woman and settle down.”“I’m afraid I’m not that young.”“No? Geoff was a little evasive about that.”“I’m forty-five.”There was a long. I pulled up my nightgown and started to play with myself. I tried to fantasize about Bill fucking me, but thoughts of Tim kept popping into my head. Every time Tim interrupted my fantasy about Bill, he stayed in my mind a little longer. Then my misguided mind started to try and rationalize having Tim help me out.‘Maybe if he just watched me until I got off. That would be sexy, and it’s nothing he hasn’t seen me do before.’‘Maybe he could play with my boobs until I get off. He’s done that a lot,. His sharp teeth grazed then bit down on her tender upthrust nipple causing her to gasp and throw an arm over her eyes. She ground her pelvis against his palm in wanton lust as he slipped his hand beneath her silks. The heat of his hand against her tender delicate flesh drove her to madness. He raised his head and repositioned himself so that he was kneeling beside her thighs. His eyes locked on hers, twinkling with a hint of silver as he slipped her silks down her thighs and off. She moaned.