After dinner I dug around for my old Traviata score, and finally unearthed it in a trunk full of memorabilia that I had stashed away in the guest room... closet. The same trunk also held an old inexpensive espresso machine that I'd completely forgotten. I took it downstairs, gave it a thorough cleaning and plugged it in to see if it still worked. Lo and behold, it did, and I brewed us each a double shot. We drank it out of regular coffee cups—espresso cups were beyond the scope of my rather motley. We were sitting on the floor playing this dice game called” LeftCenterRight”. As the game continued and we got tipsy, the conversation got on to sex. Somebody suggested that rather than playing for dollars, we should play for removal of pieces of clothing. In no time, we were all naked. Jean had a really nice body: thin, no gut, small tits, shaved. Mary was heavier but not bad: big tits, little potbelly, with a golden brown bush. Jeff was kind of tall and thin with a cock that looked small but. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to. Here there are no limits," was the retort, "Do you want a guaranteed orgasm or not?" Oh, I suppose so," he grumbled, "Here's your three hundred." And a note of hand for the five thousand, please," said Jacqui, "You can have it back if she's still alive afterwards." What do you think I am?" Jason asked indignantly."Eager and rich," was the cynical reply, "While you are writing that I'll go and set her up for you."Moving into Greta's Entertainment Room, she found Greta already naked and with her.