Maybe it's the fear that I'll suddenly crap myself? I took a deep breath and began to get used to the feeling. Every time I moved, the plug would burr...ow in a little bit more. Al stood in front of me and took his cock from his overalls. He started slowly stroking up and down the shaft, teasingly smearing precum over the tip. I felt frustrated that my hands were tied behind my back. I itched to touch him. I leaned forward which meant the plug became fully embedded in my arse. I opened my mouth,. When Sam went to trial, his prior incidents surfaced and he wasconsidered a third strike offender. This elevated his crime to thehighest level. His obsession with and of trying to see their sexyunderwear was to soon be his demise. The trial was short as evidencewas overwhelming and the sentencing laws required a 5 to 15 yearsentence for third offenders. His judge, a woman of course had somediscretion for sentencing and decided that this lifelong fetish wouldhave to be dealt with in a. I drank coffee and popped the pills supplied to me by the hospital before I left. It would be impossible to buy anything anywhere until morning. I might could make a run to the next largest town. I might even find an all night convenience store, but I doubted it. The cop in the drive most likely had orders to keep us all locked in safely until the GBI arrived."Martin I am knocked out. I need sleep. Call me when the GBI guys get here," I said that as I stood to wobble to the bedroom and then. I'm at the Sparrow's Nest motel. You know it?" Paul nodded softly. "Room 9. The door will be unlocked," Marcy concluded. With that, she stood up and made her cheery, girly goodbyes to all her friends before strolling confidently out the door. The following minutes were agony for Paul. The conflict inside continued well after he'd made his verbal agreement with Marcy. A continuous voice in his head kept screaming at him, "THIS IS WRONG, WRONG, WRONG AND YOU KNOW IT!" For a while, he leaned.