I wrote "Almost."The beautiful man collapsed onto his back and took some deep breaths. I gently stroked his body as I also got my "wind." He soon sat ...up, smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I fumbled through my pants to find his "fee" and placed it next to him, with a major wad of more bills as a "tip."He jumped down, hugged me, placed the money in his pants and took my hand, opening the door and leading me down the narrow corridor to the lighted doorway where the showers were. He handed me a. I pleaded with all of them. I begged again and again not to torture me. Then I suddenly felt a needle in my butt and began to slowly loose consciousness. At first I was relieved, they could not torture me if I fall asleep. Then I began imagine what they would do to me while I slept with my butt facing up. Fears of rape returned, but my thoughts slowly faded into nothingness as I fell into a deep sleep.When I woke up I felt a heaviness in my chest area. I looked down and saw huge breasts! I. "Say it out loud if it makes you feel any better Bob. I know what you're saying anyway."Bob shot an exasperated look at Schneider. He chased it up with a scoff:"Reading minds already, Kurt?" Lips, actually. It works wonders at fund-raisers, especially with the ladies." Jesus, Kurt. Read it again: Fuck you. I've pissed inside this thing twice already. I've been stuck here for five hours. Are we gonna do this? Today?"Schneider took a few steps closer to Bob. This time, he seemed to have his. We will get away with it and you will be fucked inspector.” ouch that hurt sexily.“Hahahaha madam, this is not some page 3 party. This is lock up. And you will be served justice here. Durga madam teach these bitches a lesson.” she slapped both mother and daughter.“Stop! I am sorry sir! Mujhe maaf kar do!” she begged forgiveness.“Arey no need of calling me sir. I too am your son. Call me by my name, ayushman”“I never believed my son was a rapist and daughter such a bitch. It is all my fault.”.