A wingedangel floated down and landed before Roger. The female angel was youngand sweet looking with her halo and wings. "You have suffered manyyears.... She said calmly. "You've earned a chance at happiness." What do I do?" Roger asked."Picture in your mind of what you wish you looked like." The angelsaid.Roger couldn't think of anything other than the looks of his two femalecousins Jane and Amy. Especially what they wore at the last Christmasparty. Jane had a red frilly dress with suntan hose. She came out wrapped in a towel since she had nothing else to wear. Tom looked at her appreciatively. She looked at the TV. "Is that a porn movie?" It's not really porn," he said. "It's more just soft core," hoping she wouldn't be put off."Cool. I've never seen one before." She flopped down on the bed and watched avidly.Tom smiled and thought, this is even better than I hoped. She is going to be primed by the time I get back from my shower. He hopped up and headed into the bath. His cock was. I murmured softly as his calloused fingers brushed over my taut nipples. He massaged them tenderly as his lips still consumed my own. His lips parted, initiating contact. I parted my lips again, allowing him entrance back into my mouth. I sighed and his tongue slipped desperately over mine. He teased my tongue for a few more moments before pulling away. I pouted faintly at the loss of contact. He looked into my eyes as if to ask permission to advance. I grinned, giving him the okay. He touched. I did know, somehow, that the door we finally stopped in front of was always kept locked. Sure enough, he took a small set of keys from his pocket, selected one, and opened it.The room was totally bare except for a metal folding chair and a very strange sort of table in the center of the floor. The walls sported no pictures. A small fireplace was set into one corner, but there was no firewood and no ashes in the grate. It hadn't been used for a very, very long time. The table appeared to be.