Her large and soft tits lay before him. He took one in each hand and pressed them together, placing his face at the crevice they created. Inhaling her...feminine scent, he whispered, ‘oh, Liz. Beautiful, Liz.’ He led her backward to the couch and helped her from her blouse. She pulled his t-shirt over his head and began kissing his chest. Wanting to taste all of him, her mouth explored him until he took the back of her head and guided her face to his. His mouth crushed hers as she fumbled with. "Boy, you're hot," he held her gingerly, "another couple of minutes and I'd have had use my oven mitts."Christi collapsed onto the living room floor. "That was, that was" was all she could say as her body continued to jerk in the aftermath of near-electrocution.Grand Dad knelt over Christi's quivering body and admired the pattern of deep purple bruises that was spreading evenly across her self-beaten breasts. "Boy howdy," he whistled, "that thing really does a job! I don't think I've ever seen. Where's her penis? he wondered. //Her// penis. How incongruent. It's been a strange couple of days."When's the wifey come home?"The question caught Michael unprepared. "Um," he stumbled, "ah ... Saturday. My daughter might stay an extra day." To help recover his composure, Michael took a slow, deliberate draw from his coffee cup. "And you can call my wife Beth." "By Friday's plenty of time for my plan to unfold. My prey's predictable." She sipped from her cup as she leaned against the counter.. Someone else hit her other thigh: more ‘yips’, more wiggling around, more giggles from the guys. They stopped, and one of them handed her a cell phone, taking a bag from her.“Yes?” she said tentatively, “Who is this?”“This is Roger Savage,” the voice said, and she recognized it immediately.“Oh, yes, sir?” she said, lapsing into her sexual kind of persona. The guys giggled at the use of ‘sir.’“Hey that’s my little brother and his friends. Entertain them for a little bit and I’ll come over and.