I could kill myself. I could leave a note saying,"I LOVE YOU BRITTANY SPEARS!!! I'M DOING THIS FOR US!!!"And that might make her feel bad for, ohhhh, ...30 seconds or so. But then I'd be gone, forgotten, and she'd still be out there. Breathing and singing and signing autographs. God! I hate her!But then I got a better idea. Something I learned from therapy. I could get a little Brittany doll and mutilate it. I could yell at it first and then throw it against the wall and then bash it's cute little. The nursewas unbuckling the cock restraint, unwinding the tape and Smith almostswallowed his gag as his poor cock finally was allowed to spring erect.Jenny was prancing on her high rubber heels. Her long legs did a crazy tapdance her arched back still struggling against the tit bound ropes."ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"Smiths cock looked like a twisted trunk of an ancient tree. The nurse wasslowly massaging his wrinkled bruised rod into a recognizable shape.The doc stopped the flow of power into. .. oh no ... not Constance!” She stood up, agitated. “And do you know why?”He had no clue, so he just sat there.“Because when I have your baby, it will only be when we’re married, and I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth!“She stomped up the steps and turned the knob of the door. She paused. She turned back around. Bobby was still sitting, staring straight ahead.“You know what makes me the maddest of all?” she snapped.He turned to look over his shoulder.“What makes me just fume. "Velvet only smiled and lightly kissed the man. She didn't want to tell him her pussy still had a warm feeling in it from the fucking she had gotten that afternoon. If all stories were as pleasurable to get as that one, she would be a top reporter in nothing flat and enjoying every instant of it.Tony left and Velvet worried for a moment if she was doing the right thing. Then she decided that things couldn't be worse. If she didn't go straight to the owner of the station, Williamson would have.