Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for...peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that. Just as in my fantasy, I was surprised by Sandy's aggression. She was kissing April and running her hands all over April's body. When April managed to get the top of Sandy's dress down past her tits, Sandy pulled April's head down to her breasts. April started kissing Sandy's mammary flesh above the lacy red bra. Sandy pulled April's head back up to hers and kissed her hard."It might be easier if we take our own dresses off." I heard Sandy tell April.They separated and began removing their. It could very well mean the difference in having him choose me." All right, dear," she said. "I know what the stakes are. It's just that I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a dirty old man, that's all." A dirty old man?" Jim chuckled. "A lecher, hunh?" Yes," she said. "You know what happened the last time he was here; at that little gathering—last New Year's. He made I don't know how many passes at me; his hands were all over me—geez. And, I don't know—the way he looks—he's downright fat,. Not quite. A female guard, older, perhaps with more authority, said, "She looks too comfortable.What shall we play with next, tits or ass? Tits first, I think. The principle is constant discomfort.Don't let them sleep. Don't let them relax. Stress kills, and we don't have any need to keep these terrorists alive." She took a thing that looked, at first, like a kitchen whisk, but Iman saw, as the guard approached her, that it was a spider-like device of metal arms. The guard turned a crank, and.