I am not safe now.There is a terrible pain in my gut, a wrenching, I know that there is something inside me that is moving, part of the experiment I h...d to escape from. I can not bear to remember what they have done, it causes me to retreat into a far away place, where they can not touch me or inject me with serums. This thing within me steals my strength, my energy, drains me of the nourishment I take in. It steals away into my mind at night, probing with its alien little hands, whispering. It wasn't the shittiest trailer in the place, but it was no prize either. An ugly white double wide with plywood in one window where it had been broken and not repaired. The door was unlocked like she promised. I walked in and took a look around. The furniture that I could see was all cheap Wal-Mart crap, and the place smelled like old cigarettes and cat litter. "Hello?" I called out. "I'm in the bedroom, come on in," came a voice from down the hall. I kicked off my shoes, and. I was about to doze off when Sandra came over to me with Jimmy right behind her. She was holding a hard case that looked like it was for a guitar."Grandpa, I found what I was looking for. I found a left handed guitar and a mandolin. I want you to buy them so I can teach you how to play this winter. Jimmy and I already found each of us a mandolin so we can all play together." You two are something else. I will buy them all for us on one condition." What's that?" You two promise not to make fun. I brought my knees up and spread my legs in wanton desire as he moved the toy in and around my clit and the moist folds of my pussy. He kept up his movements until I had that now familiar rush of warm cum flow between my legs. I reached down between my legs and stilled his hand, and took the vibrator from him. My mound was still buzzing, and it was a strangely, wonderful sensation. I pushed him back on the bed, and sat between his legs. I slowly ran the vibrator over his now almost.