" Don, that's right. The site operators have used technological tools to mask the site's location; it's quite sophisticated, really, and implies that ...the resources of a large organization were used to set that operation up." How is that even possible? Doesn't the user of every website have to register—it's with ICANN, right? Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers?" True, Don, for all private-sector websites. And this is one of those. But the operator's used shell corporation names. It turned out to be the fanciest hospital room that I had ever seen. Lying on the bed was the King, and he looked to me to be in very bad shape. I immediately decided to dispense with the niceties of the formal court. I rushed to him and said, "What can I do for you, Your Majesty?" Well, first of all, you can kill the bastard who ordered me shot! We now know who he is, and I am pissed off enough at him to wring his neck myself if I could reach him from this hospital bed. The blackguard is my. "Joey was breathing again, but in a panting way. He stared at the comic book, his hands shaking so badly the pages rattled. Sandy squeezed his cock again, then pulled at his zipper. When she pressed his legs out and down, he did not resist.Sandy slipped her hand into his pants and very gently felt of his cock. His prick was very hard and hot, and she pulled his cock out slowly, her lips kissing at his neck now. Looking down at her son's cock, Sandy mewled with pleasure. His prick was not as. She's naked now.So fucking lovely.Kissing.Touching me. Pulling on me.Fuck! Why's she doing it?It fucking hurts.Biting.Biting hard.Why?I don't care.I want her to.I want her too.I want her to hurt me some more.I want to be hurting forever.I'm a fucking mad fucking cunt of a girl.Part 17 – The GuyThe friend didn’t speak. Was that because she couldn’t, or because she had no idea what to say. I didn’t care either way because her silence, punctuated only by the plaintiff whimpering of my Little Girl,.