The electricity torture could wait. Having not seen her for a few days, I felt a string urge to inflict physical pain with my own hands, to eel her sq...irming, sweating, bucking, and smell her breath while she was screaming on top of her lungs. So, instead of the electricity room, I had her tied to the metal seat frame, arms extended, and a bucket of water emptied onto her burning body to make her fully aware that the next torment was about to start. The way her shoulders were thrown back and. She told me to pull my cock out and start stroking. I did. She sat on the bed beside my and leaned over to take a good look. Her breasts appeared to be plunging out of her top as I looked down her top. That view made my cock even harder. I was stroking furiously and reached down her shirt to play with her titties. That appeared also to be an appropriate non sex maneuver and I played one handed with one breast, then the other while my other hand was stroking my cock.She pulled my pants off. She checked her planner that morning and been very happy to find that she finally had a free weekend all to herself. It had been a while since she had gone out and even longer since she had gotten laid. Harley just didn’t know that was going to change real soon. With her umbrella shielding her from the rain, she cut through the courtyard and around the library. That’s when she saw Sean, one of her favorite eleventh grade students. Sean was sitting on a bench, reading under the covered walkway.. And seeing how much she loved it, I wanted to try it as well...Found a daddy more than willing for the job. Lived in a nice neighborhood, married with k**s and the works. But another with the wife not giving him any. He had a few....odd requests. But it ended out being loads of fun."Tom" didn't want to do names, or even faces. But he did want to record. He gave me his home address. Nobody would be home, just him inside waiting. Was a really nice neighborhood, talking million dollar houses. Lots.