‘Where are you’ I asked as I was donning my coat, assuming that I was going to have to drive and pick her up, somewhere, for some reason. ‘In my...car’ I managed to make out, ‘sitting in front of my house.’ ‘You’re in front of your house’ I repeated, my coat on by just a sleeve, because now I did not quite understand. ‘Yes’ she sobbed through the fading connection. ‘Why don’t you go inside, Jill’ I said, still not understanding what was wrong. ‘I can’t. I can’t ever. I don’t know where to go, I. He took it out saying there would be plenty of time later. Working down to my butt again he poured oil in my crack and massaging it slowly up and down teasing my hole and finaly putting a finger in me slowly rubbing my prostate. I was in extacy and wanted to be fucked NOW. He pulled his finger out and told me to roll on my back. He told me he had a suprise and walked in the next room coming back with a mechanical fucking machine that had an 8" thick dildo on it. With a smile he asked "want to. I could see that they were involved in some serious conversation, too. Another slow song started and while they danced I could see Jerry's hands roaming around her bare waist and, when he thought he had her turned away enough so that I couldn't see, slide down and rub her ass. Again, while this was going on they were still talking.When the song was over they came back to the table and sat down. I noticed that Jerry seemed pretty nervous and I made some small talk to try to calm him down. I. "Now if you look in that cabinet over the sink, you will find a bottle of Tennessee sour mash sippin' whiskey. Please bring it to me?" I asked. Yes it still hurt to get up and down, and I was seated on the sometimes sofa.Mission brought two glasses without being asked. I gave it a little thought then decided what the hell, and poured a couple of ounces in each. It would be impossible to replace the whiskey, but she seemed to be worth a drink. The label on the bottle carried the name of an.