"Oh good," Ruth answered. "I'm sorry I forgot. John usually takes care of the after dinner liquers." She looked up at him innocently, letting him thin... that it really was his idea for the brandy, even though she had placed the bottle on the counter purposely.Harry Perkins placed the tray on the coffee table before the couch, poured the two cups of coffee and splashed a generous portion of brandy into each. Then he sat down beside Ruth on the couch and they both sipped their coffees in silence.. As they entered the room, she heard Andy say, "Oh my God! What a heavenly sight. I have never seen anything so beautiful in all of my life!"She was a lovely sight indeed, there, in a black teddy, with a matching garter belt and stockings was the exquisite body of the 32 year old Lisa Brennan, tanned, toned, and looking very sexy. Her breasts were pushed up from the teddy, her legs outlined by her stockings and the garter belt emphasizing her small waist, while framing out her crotch. She looked. The growing bulge was at eye level with Bill, who still sat demurely on the couch; Russell's manhood, encased in his tight pants, now was a mere foot or so from Bill's face."Please," Bill said, looking up at Russell's handsome face, "I'll do anything you want. Anything, I promise. But please don't hurt me," he begged, almost sobbing.Russell let out a derisive, condescending laugh. "So you're gonna be a good girl for a real man, huh, faggot?" Yes, Sir."Russell paused. Never before had he had any. You exist for no higher purpose than to be overwhelmed by my generosity. You spend most of your nights shut away from the world. You keep yourself safe in your home behind your secure fences and reinforced, dead bolted doors. The mat on your doorstep may say "welcome," but that mat is a lie, isn't it? Isn't your home decorated with bars and chains and other ornaments that say, not "welcome," but "go away"? We both know that the bars and chains and deadbolts are not for me. They're for.