This time, we were a bit more careful in planning our raid. For one thing, there might be slaves in residence with Varsey, and we didn't want to harm ...them. We figured that they had enough hurt without us adding to it.We piled into the SUV and headed out to look over Varsey's property. She had a moderately large single-story home situated on a plot of land ostensibly devoted to being the residence of a successful business executive. There were a couple of smaller buildings on the property near. The nightmares...." When do you go for your counseling?"She glances at a calendar on the wall and says "Uh... Next week.Wednesday."He put his hands up, as though he was about to hug her, and then putthem down again awkwardly. "Good. I hope it helps."She managed a faint smile and asked, "Speaking of counseling, how wasyours?" Was okay, I guess. We didnt talk about what happened, but more generalstuff about how stuff like that can affect a person. But my councilorseems like a okay person,. Then the next thing he did was put some lube on my very tight asshole.I turned around my head and tried to protest, but he said that Camilla never had allowed him to fuck her in the ass…He pushed my face down against a pillow and soon I felt his huge dick invading my rear entrance, opening wide my tight sphincter and filling my anus. It hurt a lot and I cried in pain, but I heard just muffled sounds.The Latin macho fucked my ass with no mercy; long and hard strokes as he grabbed my hair and. Then the tormentor would start slapping the victim's belly,at first gently but then with ever-increasing intensity. Soon the victim'showls of protest would turn to howls of pain as the belly-spanking startedto smart. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he would join with the rest of the mob in.