“You really can make these people normal?” she asked.Dr. Barnes had laughed at that. “Define normal!” He had chuckled as he sat on the edge of... the desk in the lobby, tucking one leg under the other, and smiled. “Yes, sometimes we can help. Sometimes we can simply help people tolerate a situation better. And then there are the other times, when you can only try to keep a bad situation from getting worse.”“I don’t understand.”The therapist shrugged and made a wry face, acknowledging the. ..Yeahhhh. Okay."Still not really having my question answered, I just looked down at her crotch. No panties are anywhere to be seen, not on the grass, not around her angles, and definitely not on her. This is the point where I find she has a dildo crammed to the hilt into her completely waxed cunt. Despite being obviously jammed right into her up to no doubt the cervix, she seemed intent on trying to push it even deeper. Then she would slowly pull it back out, moan ever so quietly, and then. That my dear is the ultimate orgasm giver and I think we better leave that one until tomorrow". She pouted but knew better than to disobey my wishes. " So my dear the room is yours " I said and sat back in a chair and punched the remote and the screen came alive with a 6' image of my slave multiplied by the mirror images and as she moved the camera kept pace with her and she realised that another audience was watching her and everything she did. "Mmmmmmm, so many different toys" she said - a. ” I said. “ ... Darnel hired guys from the Tuccos motorcycle gang to squeeze your ex-wife. It is worse than you can imagine. How many guys in total?”“How do you know that?”“The dual Uzis and a new Camaro are a trademark of Marzz, their maximum asshole of a warlord. A serious psycho...” says the pot about the kettle. “Everything else fits.”I told Mark the Tuccos were a small motorcycle club, about 25 members. Rumor was you had to kill an outlaw biker to get in. They were hunted by other outlaw.