How could anything compare to being roasted alive? What could possibly be worse than this?Alexandra smiled. She knew that any torture, no matter how...agonizing and extreme, could always be made worse. Tara had endured torments beyond anything she could have imagined, and now she was going to expire in a hellish inferno of pain, but still, Alexandra could add more. Figuratively speaking, the knife could be twisted one more time. As Tara writhed on her perch, Alexandra spoke to her for the. 'It is my dear', he said standing up and walking across to where I sat with the album on my lap. He reached down and took my empty glass and went back and refilled it, I remained silent and captivated, I could feel the effects of the champagne, as my head felt light, and my crotch ached in a nice sort of way.He came back and handed me the full glass, no point in making any comment about not drinking it, as I in my inexperience, lifted it to my pursed lips and drank it, I was getting a taste for. “That old horn dog isn’t about to call the cops,” Teresa said. “If he saw this gorgeous body he is probably rubbing his dick raw right now.” She reached out and grasped a round, dark brown ass cheek.Sharon chuckled.“Dinner and drinks first,” Teresa announced. “Or maybe drinks first?” We all agreed to that and trooped to the kitchen for libation.After deciding what we all wanted, we went to sit and get to know each other. Well, get to know Sharon more and for her to get to know us all and become. In the meantime Junior had had a renewal of life and was really filling Marjorie's vagina now. Marjorie just did not have the muscle control that Hild had, but she made up for it by the rolling of her hips, which really created a wonderful sensation. And of course these wonderful cheeks of hers so soft and malleable in my hands. Marjorie done a funny thing though, she rolled over slightly and brought her legs up alongside my body first one and then the other. I raised my knees and she slid.