Roger no matter what they all say, you did the right thing." Hillary said with what passed as a smile from her."Yeah, I heard that a lot from the feds..., but I still have to piss in a cup whenever they ask." Roger found that ironic, but he knew that it would help him stay clean.The rehab program he had chosen wasn't one of those easy breezy celebrity warm and fussy things. It was one run by the military on a marine boot camp base. They had a drug problem bad enough to need a rehab for those. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the pleasure instead of the discomfort.Puneet caressed my body to put me at ease, and then slowly started sucking my limp cock. Harsha meanwhile, continued to make slow rhythm strokes inside me. There was pain, yes, but only a little. The feeling of pleasure was rising, evident as my dick began to grow inside Puneet's mouth. Slow rhythmic strokes and a mouth sucking my cock. The forbidden pleasures were now being enjoyed to their fullest.I must admit. Pulling on my hair he had me stand up and move over to the bed. He shoved me onto it and looking at me, "Beg for it bitch" he ordered me "Please, please my love" I began "Please fuck my worthless white cunt" I added as he moved over next to me and slapped my face hard several more times. "Do better than that whore" he demanded. "Please lover I want your fuckin' black cock fuckin' my fuckin' worthless white cunt like you'd fuck a fuckin' whore" I managed to get out in one breath. As I sat there. We only locked you up for a little bit for our safety and yours. You ate a lot of energy yesterday so we couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t explode.”Fatty cautiously followed James out to the main floor space of the lab. James sat him down then started putting some equipment on him. He took a hypodermic needle and drew some blood out of Fatty’s hand, then turned on the computer screen as he placed it in an odd little device on the bench top. As the computer started whirling away, he got a detailed.