Legs up on the arm rests, Dear, the woman instructed.Wow the imagination could never conger this up, no way ever.The cracks were gone, thankfully, though I definitely didn’t want to give her another chance to test its resolve.Then lead me to one of the water slides.So I start sucking.If we lay like this for ever I would have been content.Where’s Momo?I will give you your decision though, so you can mull it over while I finish.So far, Trish is wearing the collar, ankle and wrist bracelets and a Granny Sex butt plug.The guy would be here right after noon. It was as if it had become daylight outside as hundreds of LED spotlights sprang to life around the house, in the yard, and all along the road. All of the spotlights pointed away from the house so any intruder would be blinded while I had a very clear view of them. The redhead lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the sudden glare. The driver of the car, already half-way back to the highway, floored it and roared off into the night.The girl, who was obviously trembling with fright, stopped in front of the door. W, she said plaintively, I have a message Granny Sex for you. After double-checking that no one was lurking in the bushes and that there were no drones flying overhead, I opened the door and said, Come inside, Loraine. Loraine was a free-lance journalist that had crossed paths with me a couple of times in the past. I had often wondered, with that deep, flaming color, if she was a natural redhead, but I no longer had to speculate. The flaming triangle in her crotch was at least as intense as the red on her head. I motioned for her to step inside, but she remained almost at attention on the small concrete stoop outside my front door. I can’t, she finally blurted out, obviously terrified to move forward. If he loses the signal the collar will activate. It has a built-in knifewire garrote system that will cut my head off. He made me watch as he tested it on a dog.