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They gasped several times in disbelief and the female deputy almost fainted. “It’s all on the DVD’s, Fred. To summarize, Lori’s and my relationship was a lie—a fraud designed by Marge to make a slave out of me so Lori and her boyfriend could live a life of luxury at my expense. Troy was involved, too. He led me into their web for money—a promise of $250,000. It’s all on the first DVD. Marge took me to a farm out near Oley on Route 73. I was in a broken down barn with a hole in the roof. The farmhouse was burned down.” Fred used his radio to contact several deputies; they found the farm in less than ten minutes and they girlfriend found the whip, the cage, and my bodily wastes. Marge and Troy were removed to Pottstown Memorial Hospital—Troy to surgery, Marge to be examined before being driven out to the county jail in Leesport. The EMT’s wanted me to go, but there was no way I was sharing an big ambulance with either of them. I promised that I would see my personal physician by tomorrow morning. Fred and his deputies along with Sgt. Bailey sat and drank my soda while they watched the horrifying action on the DVD’s right from the drugging of my champagne, attaching the cock cage to my genitals, even testing the shocking capability during my drug-induced sleep. No wonder I’d had nightmares. DVD Number 1 covered everything on that fateful first day. Fred told me there was enough evidence on it to send all four to prison for more than twenty years—Marge for even more. Fred stopped the viewing after two hours, taking the collection of DVD’s with him. Sgt. Bailey told him to handle everything pending discussion with his district attorney. I tits knew then that it would be a Berks County prosecution. Both DA’s were democrats and the Berks DA was up for reelection. Sgt. Bailey shook my hand and wished me luck as he left. Roy had joined us a few minutes after Fred and after watching the beginning of the recording agreed Hardcore that an annulment was in order. “You won’t have any problem with evidence like this. Whose idea was this, anyway?” He could barely believe it was Lori’s, even after viewing the time we spent in my bedroom. Angus arrived last with a scowl on his face until he saw my back and the device on my genitals. “Just tell me you can get it off.” “Not a problem,” he replied, his Scottish brogue at its strongest. He took a tracing of the bolt’s head to get an idea of the wrench’s shape and size. He returned to the factory to select what he thought would be the right sized cylinder of iron—not steel which was too hard—and a Dremel Rotary Tool with a fine diamond-tipped cutter. I watched with interest as he cut away the metal until the iron tip would fit inside the bolt’s head. Five minutes later I was truly a free man. Fred took cum the infernal device with him as evidence. Angus returned to work and I was alone at last. I spent more than an hour in a warm bath then tried to sit or lie on the bed in a loose tee shirt and my softest running shorts. Only when I lay on my stomach was I able to get any relief from the pain. I phoned old Doc Crawford who had been my doctor since childhood and, once he had an idea of my injuries, I had an appointment that very afternoon. He prescribed what he called a “miracle” ointment and I bought it at the pharmacy I always used even though I had no idea how I’d be able to apply it. Doc had told me that I needed someone who could actually see the thousands of welts. The time was just after 4:30 when I got home from the pharmacy so I phoned Sandra to tell her I was taking the week off because of my injuries. “I’m sure you’ll be able to read all about it in the Reading Eagle or maybe even on the TV news. Right now I’m wondering how I’ll be able to apply this ointment Doc prescribed to my back.” “Let me see what I can do.” They acknowledged my gaze, with a sudden rise and fall. She was completely blown away. When she put her hand on my thigh, rubbing Hardcore up towards my groin, it grew even more. It was sparsely furnished, the carpet of the hall giving way to polished marble floor. Cara cooed, “There’s a good slut. Now her breasts were definitely bigger, bounced and jiggled even more, and she didn't care at all. Anyway, enough of the problems of the big clothed people, the jet-skis were there at the water’s edge but no one was looking after them, and when I looked over to the shed like construction where Luke had talked to the men the previous day, the doors were closed. “I don’t think so; neither has said anything about the knickers but mummy asked about our bras. “Yeah, exactly,” Amy closed her eyes and threw her head back momentarily to enjoy the ride. "Er... “I think you girls look great! Trish walked down the hallway and past Miss Smith from the office. His haunches shunted and the tip of his cock slid wetly along the cleft of Mollie’s ass and began stabbing at another, tighter opening. It hurt, and Laura squealed involuntarily. I’m sooo close again and don’t want Bobby to stop touching my clit but then I shriek as the head of Bobby’s cock centers on my entrance. Mike started to say something, but was ignored. I looked at him and wondered and then strangely found myself aroused by the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Mark. You lied yourself into here.” He was inside her head. "Time for bed, you guys," ordered Leslie to her twin sisters. Hehe, hot alien babes are waiting for me.” Edwin begins walking through the planet searching for the bar. She no longer wanted to overthink these things. They did not move away. Just as she stepped outside the locker room, she ran into two large black students. Now I can understand why they always allowed them to mount them several times. I stared up her body. Panting he sat back on his heels, ensuring to gently remove his hand from between her thighs. “No, I won’t and you can’t make me.” As soon as I put my cock in Janice she sucked in a big breath through her teeth. Gently rolling Jennifer off me, I got up and headed to the bathroom. They are both homebodies, and preferred quiet evenings, than tits going out to some nightclub cum or bar. “A bright girlfriend light, maybe, but not a laser that could kill or even harm,” Lysa shook her head. Walking past the stall that housed Prince, a strapping 20-year-old stallion with blond hair and bulging muscles that had been hardened by hard work in the fields, she allowed herself a small smile. “Fuck” was all he managed as pleasure burned through his body. He made sure to catch every drop with her panties. Maybe it’s just the final thing to push me over the edge into the rage that I used to fall into when I was young. “Out of our jurisdiction?!