As I removed the first, I felt her start shaking a bit in fear. It was a copy of the final paychecks, dated today, for both of her parents. I had more...in my wallet than the combined amounts from both checks. The next letter also had today’s date. It was a note from a law firm representing the building where they live. While they volunteered here today, the building had everything removed from their home. The locks were already changed, and they took out a restraining order against everyone in. Especially a shaved one and now I are getting to touch one!” All I could do to answer was, “Yeah.” Mom was very wet and I could hear her juices when Jack ran his finger inside her slit. The next thing I know, he had his dick out and was pounding it! I asked, “Man, are you crazy? What if she wakes up?” “As drunk as she is, if she starts to wake up, I can have it back in my jeans faster than lightening.” As excited as I was, I had to pull mine out also. Just about the time I got a good rhythm. Sam's eyes widened, and he gulped, but he managed to not be intimidated by the strange picture. And as he looked at the picture, he realized one thing - the tits weren't big enough. Of course, as he had those thoughts, the machine reacted by reading his very thoughts, and the breasts on the display grew in response to his desires. Larger and larger they grew, and, in the fog of his half-sleep state, Sam found it easy to ignore what he was about to do to himself. All he could think of was. The drug and sleep lingered, leaving cobwebs in her thoughts. Was she actually awake? She couldn't see anything. Something ticked her ear, and she moved to swat at it. Her hand was caught in something. So was the other one. She realized then that her hands and feet were bound, leaving her spread open. She thought she was still in her own bed; the sheets and pillowcase felt warmly familiar.Someone was in the room. On the bed with her. Kissing her neck. Jesus, she thought. She remained quiet,.