Suddenly I heard my name being said and I turned to find this guy who had been with my friend, standing talking to me. I was drunk, I knew that, but I... was happy to see him and then, he was telling me he was my father, I could not believe what was going through my head, it was too much to take in, I almost passed out.We took a taxi back to his place and talked and talked, he was like the perfect man you always wanted, and the great father you missed and the fat we both were drunk helped to. Through my pain haze, I saw her opening another drawer and felt any strength left in me drain away. I stopped struggling and just fell back into the intense burning pain coursing through my body. She took a simple pair of clover clamps out of the drawer and attached them to the very tips of my nipples. I screamed again, shocked that she could bring me more pain than I was already in. She tied a long piece of twine to each of the clamps and went across the room to her girlfriends. Here. Lets. Her eyes were wide and there was a pink tinge to the smooth skin around her mouth from where my scratchy stubble had been rubbing while I kissed her. Her eyes went wider and she let out a little squeak when my big hand found her little tit. They went even wider yet, and the squeak she made was even louder when I found her tiny nipple and gave it a skin-to-skin pinch. With my hand up her shirt, moving back and forth between her teeny-weeny tits, I asked her a couple questions, wanting to know. Would you please come downtown with us?" What? What is that all about?" I asked, the tenor of my voice rising with annoyance.The second policeman pulled the storm door further open and the first stepped forward. "Mr. Turner, I don't think you want to discuss this matter in front of your neighbors. Let's get Mrs. Turner and go downtown." Are we under arrest? Can you tell me why?" You are not under arrest at this time, sir. However I will tell you that both of you are considered persons of.