"Jonesy quickly pulled into traffic and headed for the US 95 Highway. In the back seat, Leroy started removing Muffin's clothes. "She won't need these... where we're going."Jeff waited until everyone was out of the room before he pulled out his cell phone. "We have a situation here. I either need a team out here in Vegas or permission to bring in Security International. I can wait a short time, but I've got a dead agent here. I want who ever did this." Jeff listened. "It was Serena Romaries. She. I got there a couple of days before the campers and hung out with the other counselors. There were a couple of cute girls and we flirted back and forth but nothing went further that a few stolen kisses between stolen beers.I felt a little guilty but my hormones were raging. We were by a lake and it was hot so most of the female councilors wore bikini tops and shorts most of the time.Once the campers arrived and checked in we had our first campfire. I had the older chess group so my campers. I hope I haven’t hurt you. Please let me help you, Sir.’ He looked at me rather strangely but took my hand and got up. He looked rather shaken so I said, “Sir, let me buy you a cup of coffee as a small recompense for the damage I have done”He nodded and I took him to a better-class café in Martin Place where we had service and privacy. We sat next to each other in a little cubicle and when the coffee came we started talking. Firstly, I apologised again for knocking him over, again calling him. When he burned her a third time the blonde lost control of her bladder and pissed all over herself creating a puddle beneath her spread thighs. The fiend cackled at her agonized response to his torture tool, and burned another stripe into her pebbled meat. Celeste screamed herself hoarse as he watched dispassionately, waiting for her to recover sufficiently so that she could appreciate fully the pain associated with the next burn. "The nice part of this technique is that it doesn't.