The report was coming together beautifully. At one point I heard the sound of a delivery man making a delivery. I stayed focused on my task. By eleven...I had finished it. I printed a copy for Ann to review. I also gave it to Joyce to copy edit. I sat back in my chair and relaxed. After a minute I decided to go upstairs and really relax. I went into the living room and put some soft music on the sound system. My mind wanted to call it a stereo but that is really not the right name for a 7.1. "Oh dear God, oh dear Goddddddd" he moaned over and over, as he then got into thrusting in time with me."Mmmmmm that's it Father" I moaned, "Fuck my little pussy". My encouragement worked as he picked up the pace, slamming into me deeper and harder. "Yesssssss Father, harder. Fuck my little pussy over your altar. Your God is watching Father, you'd better put on a good show" I teased, hoping to spur him on now he was this far gone."You're a very, very bad girl Marie" he grunted as he pounded. The frumpy waitress brought us our lunch. "Thanks, Nella," he said. Wewere back at the old diner we'd frequented in our college days. I thinkthe toast was probably left over from then. I'm sure Nella was."But really, a reality-bending device?" Yes, and you're proof that it works. You know your girlfriend? Thelovely Althea?" We've been going out for years. We even live together." Until yesterday, she wouldn't even look at you. You lusted after herfrom afar and lived in a crappy one-bedroom. Troy squeezed any extra airfrom the hypodermic and advanced on me. I was too scared to struggle. Theshot went in my right arm. Good night. "Wake her up." I was back in my office. Tied in a chair but in my office.I tried to look around but a posture collar made me stare straight ahead."What do you think, baby, can you handle this sissy?" The voice thatanswered made me jerk the chair itself around so that I could see. Sarabeth was stunning in a black latex sheath, cut tight and short. Ithad a.