Grace shook me, "Answer that."With a groan ... or two or three or six, I got up, padded barefoot down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen, got...a drink of water, drank it, picked up the ringing phone and got a dial tone.A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had just started to pee and the phone started up again."Answer the fucking phone!" hollered Grace.Stopping in mid stream? Not on your life. "I'm busy." God, do I have to do. She goes and coughs up "It's cuz they drugged me that night your father that bastard he was knew I wouldn't let all them go at me he slipped something in my coffee I made." I smile and turn her to face me and sit her up on the counter by the still hot stove top "oh so your giving me good ideas for next time thank you" I smile and stick my cock in her and she starts to fight back "shut up bitch" I say as I go and pound her fast and hard pulling in and out of her. She stopped crying and kind of. She isn’t as much standing as she is balancing. Her predicament is delightfully wicked. She can either stand and brave the current or hang by her tits and avoid it. I’m eager to find out which it will be, though Lillian is not. Her cries are downright frantic, reaching impossible levels of terror.?It’s time for a go-go!? I laugh.The current stabs Lillian’s feet. The arrow of electricity sends her leaping from the pallet. She nearly falls backwards but the tope grabs her tits. It keeps her. Then he turned sideways in his bench and held the folder so that no one else could see into it. As he looked, his color flushed and his breathing got more rapid. Justin is unrepentantly gay, and these were pictures of naked, bound men, showing the signs of a recent beating. I suspected he would need to visit the men’s room before we left. At this point the waitress returned with his cinnamon roll. Justin closed the folder and thanked her. She looked at him oddly, then shrugged and left without.