My wife looked up and saw me standing there. Shequickly covered up and began to yell at me for comingupstairs, but Sam said, “No, let him stay. ...ouldn’t befun to have a cock to play with.” The other girls keptof the urging, finally convincing my wife to let mestay. Sam stood up and took my hand in her wet hand andled me to the middle of the room, where she left me andtold my wife to show them how I like it.With that Sam kneeled behind Andrea, who didn’t bothercovering. He put it to her cunt once more and gave her a good jolt, holding the switch a little longer.“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH,” was all that could come from her mouth. Rachel shook from the jolt of electricity shooting through her most private area.“Maybe she needs some more incentive to give up the milk,” said Tim, who was standing with his robe open and his cock straight out.“What do you have in mind?” asked Mr. Frank.“Well, she is so intent on keeping that cunt Tracy safe. Yeah, I'm that Baby, and my father is inventor, founder and CEO of the storied BedTime Industries, Sanders Manfred (The Sandman) Bougher. Now that I'm twenty-one, I was made president of Sleepy-Time Mattress Sets. My brother, Hyram Bertram Nathaniel (Hy-Ber-Nate) Bougher, runs Sandman Medicine, the “all natural pills for Sweet Dreams”. While my mother is director of Lullabye Melodies, sound systems and mood music for sleep enhancement. My older sister designs the Lancelot Lamps. I decided it was time to play a trump card. "Martha, how about coming over and talking with me when I get back from my bike ride." Why should I?" she snapped."I just thought you might like to talk with me before let your mom and dad know what you were doing earlier this afternoon out back." Like what did you think you saw?" she snapped."Martha, Martha, Martha, let's don't make this more difficult then it already is. We both know you were sharing a blanket behind my shed with that Stewart.