Cum sprayed up onto his chest. His cock finally relaxed. I had my men take him off the rack and throw him in a cage too small to allow him to stand.... Curling up in a ball he cried bitterly. He cried so hard he could barely breath.?I want him to cry himself to sleep like this every night until insanity releases him.??As you wish.?***************The night’s worth of rest wasn’t nearly enough. Every time I moved the scorched flesh inside me flared angrily and forced me to cry out again. I had. As I opened the first PDF document attached to the email, it only took about thirty seconds to convince me that the message had come to me from someone who knew about Lana's Bureau boss, Supervisory Special Agent Emmett Van Horn; and had sent the attached data to me anonymously. While I could not tell if it was from Lana or not, that was not the big issue. The big issue, as I continued to open and examine the attached files, was how to answer the huge questions that popped up into my head at. Both repeatedly find themselves on their back, one hot cunt sliding up and down their cock while another writhes on their mouth. Each gets fucked up the ass by the bride with the strap-on she got as a shower present, and the finale has all of the women lining up on their knees while the men go down the row fucking each one dog style until she cums. Zach needed to help out big time on this one.Third, Melissa, Bobbi and Ted join a big party at Debbie's home as submissives for the evening. Wearing. That IS an insult to me, and to Donna, although she didn't care about that. You don't have a leg to stand on, so let it go."They let it go. A couple of the girls immediately said "Sorry Mark." One said, "Sorry Donna," which pleased me a whole lot more. All the other girls caught on, and the apologies flew for a few seconds.Girls continued to drift in, and a couple of minutes later one of them asked, "Why are they playing so strangely?"The early arrivals leaped to explain, before Donna could get.