Jana quickly filled her in on what and why they were doing there.“Girls, let’s get naked and play with our little boy.” “Rosa, would you like ...to do the honors?” The three women just started laughing at the sight of him.After lubing up his ass, Rosa forced the eight inch plug up his ass. The finishing touch was binding his ankles so that he couldn’t even walk on his own. Finding a rolling desk chair by his computer was a stroke of good luck. With the other two women, they were able to hoist him. I was still in excruciating pain. I was hoping, now that they made me drink their piss, that they would let me go, but no such luck. I could feel someone undoing my belt and pulling my pants and underpants down to my ankles. I felt the cool, night air caressing my sore privates. I was still in a fog as I felt a guy under each arm drag me down the drive and into the garage. I could hear the garage door going down as they dropped me on the cold, concrete floor. The pain from Jake’s knee was. I had grown up seeking my father's approval as had been drilled intome from the moment I could walk and talk. There was no doubt that I,Hans Groenwald III would follow my two namesakes into the pulpit.That's right - my grandfather was a Lutheran minister as well. Heemigrated from Germany after the Second World War. From him, my fatherinherited an authoritarian style which fortunately was not passed downto me. No, I vowed I would treat my son with respect and not drive himaway as my father had. She was a slender, pretty young woman, about 5’7′ and 120 pounds. She wore knee-high black leather boots, a black miniskirt, and a white top. The sleeves of her top were rolled up, displaying her slim, tanned, feminine forearms. The top was low-cut, giving a hint of her small, firm, round 34B tits. Her thighs were thin, but had visible muscle tone. ‘Suck my dick, bitch,’ the man growled, advancing on her. She smoothly pulled out the gun from underneath her miniskirt and aimed it right at his.