A little ways from the camp I grabbed Joan's arm and kissed her deep this time her tongue dipped into my mouth. She only moaned when I slid my hand up... between her legs letting me rub her pussy a couple of times before we started walking again.“Boy that is like leaving an alcoholic alone in a liquor store “I said ,Joan looked puzzled “why “she asked. “Do you remember why she is being punished?”she then covered her mouth and giggled.”Well I bet my brothers will sleep well tonight” then we. “Leave them here, let anyone who finds them wonder what happened,” I answered.“Do you suppose they had any backup?” I asked following that.“Only one way to find out,” she answered, as we turned and left the concealment of the trees. We were invisible before we hit the sunlight.It was fairly easy to follow their back trail, since they had done nothing to hide it. We were careful to leave as little evidence of following it as possible. We were soon able to hear a man talking to someone. We. I was glad that they hadn’t let me eat anything — it probably would have ended up sprayed over the floor and the physical therapist. She was an attractive brunette in her mid-thirties, but as with all rehabilitation professionals she ran a fine line between effective therapist and asexual sadist. Three hours after the whole thing began, I was standing upright with my feet on the ground for the first time since I had stepped up onto the blocks nineteen days earlier.They helped me walk to the. “Wait, is that a halo over Kanye West’s head? Seriously? He’s got a fucking halo over his head!” Kim Basinger exclaimed as she kept rimming Julie.“Yes, it is, now back to work. Keep your head down and busy licking Julie’s booty! I want to hear you slurp up her butt sweat, are we clear, babe?” I instructed Kim, who resumed her work with obvious enthusiasm, slurping greedily at Julie’s pucker.I laughed as I realized what Michael intended. All souls who were his, at least the ones written down in.