" He glanced down at his pants and gave her a shrug, smirking when her eyes tracked down his body as well. "See?" I don't know if I'm able to ache any... harder for you, Jet. I really don't. Anything more and I'll explode. If you're trying to make it worse, you're doing a great job. Because right now, all I can think about is unzipping your pants and releasing what you're not doing a very good job of hiding." We keep dodging bullets. Don't want to be shown on video to all." His damn knees went. I put the whip down. Then, I went to the corner and grabbed the dildo. It was 12" long. I wasn't starting with anything smaller. I was going right to the big boy. I would have preferred to not use lubrication, but I figured I might need petroleum jelly. I tipped the steel frame downward so Mike was parallel the floor. I showed him the huge dildo and he began to scream, "Nooooo! Nooooo!" and strain violently against his ropes. It was the futile struggle of a man who'd been outmaneuvered. Instead, he squatted down, messed his diaper like a good boy becausethat was what it was for (it was still gross, but his mom was cominghome so it'd obviously be the last time he'd get to even try it for awhile), and walked downstairs, still in his nightie, to where hesmelled eggs and burritos."You're up early," he said."Can't sleep," she replied. She obviously had been worried sick overLeslie. "Hope you like it." Yeah, thanks." He sat down and ate with his sister. In a way, it was anormal. “How is the interrogation going,” Wayne asked.“Damn, she is one tough nut to crack,” answered Ron. “In fact, if it weren’t for the physical evidence ... the gun, the clothes, the money and ring ... I would actually tend to believe her when she said she was with someone all weekend. That she wasn’t even home.“I just can’t imagine why ... why she would continue to try to protect this person while facing a murder rap.”“I can answer that,” I said. “She is trying to protect her fiancé because he.