”So after he was ready to go he told her the address and told her to drive carefully.She called the overnight supervisor and asked to be transferred...to the agent in charge of guarding Christie Hammond. She was put through to him and she confirmed that Christie was ok and that there was nothing to report and all was normal. She hung up the phone and thanked God for small miracles. She was so afraid that the victim was going to be Christie, that she couldn’t trust herself to be in the car with. I could tell from the rustle of clothing behind me, and the dogs' increasing agitation, that she was doing as I had asked. I heard a small gasp as her bare feet touched the cold stone floor of the dungeon, and covered my preparations with a black velvet cloth.When I felt her warmth radiating just a few inches from my bare arm, I flung back the covering fabric and waved my hand over the items on the bench like a salesman offering beads to the natives."Choose!" I said.Molly stared as if. Are you sure it won’t upset you for me to think of Max fucking me, honey?”I said, “No, honey, your pleasure means everything to me. Max also seems strong and virile to me, and I'll enjoy thinking of him fucking you with his big cock and seeing you writhe in pleasure as I push the dildo into you.”Sue had a puzzled look on her face and said, “I want to make sure that I understand. You almost sound like you’re as attracted to Max as I am. And, I get the impression that you would really like for me. I think she was up half the night between the heat and her brain frying." Where's Heather?" Heather was off Mondays."Dithering," Michael chuckled. "Hopping from one foot to the other. Mom tried to scare her and read her the Riot Act for sucking you, then tried to talk to her about sex -- which just fucked up her head. She's nervous, but she knows Amy will give her crap if she gets all chicken-shit."I nodded, grunting. I don't rape my women, but I was coercing the living shit out of Jean; that.