She let out a scream, more in terror than pain, left only in her cotton panties. Two tentacles curled around her calves, their spikes scraping against...her skin. She tried to hit at a spongy opening of flesh, only to have her hands caught and coiled like handcuffs by the alien."All hail Dagoth, Defiler of Worlds."The pointed tentacles pried her legs apart, curling around her limbs without impaling their spikes in her flesh. But they did their purpose, frightening her from resisting too much. "Mum is cooking dinner so she is too preoccupied to bother us, as for Dad he is working late tonight. So we pretty much have the perfect situation to play." Phoebe said instantly managing to put the fear out of Gilbert's mind. With Gilbert's fear gone he could enjoy the sensation of Phoebe who was now giving him a hand job. Phoebe had only ever sexually teased Gilbert or licked his hand clean of cum not given him any direct sexual pleasure. It was Gilbert's deepest and darkest desire to explore. I’m in my forties, but I work out regularly and although I'm not in the great shape of my youth, I’m also not a couch potato. I continued to undress. I peeled off the jockstrap revealing my semi-hard 8 in cock. A couple of more guys paused and looked over in my direction. I smiled."This is going to be a good one," I thought to myself, as I grabbed the towel and set out to explore the facility. It was a large venue, spread out over three floors with the roof terrace with beach chairs, outdoor. I plodded on. The house seemed empty. She wasn’t on the couch.Opening the French doors to let Ginger out, I said loudly, “Marissa?” to an apparently empty house. Was she still at the neighbors? Ginger looked at me questioningly as she crouched over the lawn to pee. “I guess your mistress isn’t here,” I told her.After the dog came back in, I found my phone and noticed right away that there were no messages before dialing my wife’s number. It immediately went to voicemail. “Shit!” I exclaimed;.