Then the sheriff shackled my ankle to aring in the floor at the foot of the bed. He told me I couldwatch but not touch and under no circumstances coul...I make a sound. I agreed. He told Alice she could staydressed if she wanted. Alice glared at him but said nothing.Then he got naked. He was about six feet tall and in very good shape. His back was to me and Alice as he stripped. When he turned around all I could do was stare. Alice gulped and said"Shit, it's longer than your's and it's still. ” I admitted, smiling when his eyes narrowed.“Is that so? I told him to stay away.” he growled.“I pursued him, very intensely and he finally gave in.”“I don’t like that, Lucia.”“Not many guys around . . . mmm, around here will try to date me. They’re scared of you and . . . mmm, and Davon.” I argued.“Then my work was done correctly, except with Carter but I’ll handle that later. That’s it, not too loud babe because I don’t want anyone calling mom and dad.” he whispered in my ear.He moved both. The doorbell rang surprising us both.Jack went to answer the door. It was Becky and John. Jack said, “Good afternoon. Sandy and I just hung a new painting two days ago.”Becky came in and said, “It’s gorgeous, Dad. Where did you buy it?”“I didn’t buy it. It was given to me by the artist.”John said, “Wow, Dad! I didn’t know you knew any artists of that caliber.”Jack said, “You might be surprised. The artist is right here.” He looked at me and smiled gently.Becky exclaimed, “You painted it! It. I actually ached with desire...my hips rose of their own and settled back on the sheet..again, as if I was fucking the charged air around me. I wanted to grab myself and stroke to orgasm; but for some reason I didn't...or couldn't. I just lay there aching for release and could do nothing about it. I tried to open my eyes; but they remained closed I moaned aloud to the room..I needed release. Then I felt it...something near or on the bed...but I heard nothing. The sheet covering my body was.