Hank and Darla finally returned when it was getting towards dark. They were followed by a police car. I wondered what this was about.Darla got out of ...Hank's 'rattle trap', and walked over to me."Paul, someone tried to make trouble for us in town. As soon as we got in, we were arrested and told we were being held for our own good. When I asked why we had to be protected for our own good, they responded that there was a report from a federal agency that we were targets of a terrorist plot."If I. This event was the worst argument that we ever had and taught us both a valuable lesson. We never again let our anger override our respect and love for each other. There were still a few little spats but we would take a time out until we could discuss the problem sensibly. A few months later we could talk about that night and laugh at ourselves. But it wasn't funny while it was going on.One year and eight months after our wedding I found out that there was another level of happiness. Beth and I. We kissed as we cried, sharing in our own humiliation. It was not clear which was worse: the pain in our asses or the shame of our degradation.Eventually our r****ts tired themselves out. Christina was fortunate enough to be finished first. They spun her around so her well-used and gaping ass was pushed into my face. I knew what they wanted so I dove in - sucking the cum straight out of her open asshole. She helped me by shitting it out into my waiting mouth. Some of it was a little brown with. .. on your feet ..." Rushing to comply, I stand up too fast, the top of my head bumping against the curved ceiling, and as I groan, my arm is seized. Walked to the edge of the van, then forced to jump down, I turn my head quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of where I've been taken. But before I can turn, with more guards streaming outside, taking up position around the van, and with more flanking me, I'm marched inside the large building that now looms ahead. I recognise it … they have brought.