You got any ID's? 19 and 21, not minors, I'll take it from here. He cuffed us and roughly put us in the back of the car. He laughed as I asked what wa...s going to happen to us? He stopped at a gas station, and told a guy to go get Judge Cobb. He took us into the jail, and put us in separate cells. Damn Yankee bitches come down here and try to rip off our merchants. Judge Cobb won't take kindly to that. Please, we'll do anything, just let us go, we'll never come back here. He walked to the cells. “Hey there buttercup, you back so soon how was your day? Come close sweety let me kiss you and let me introduce you to my lover, my man”I walked timidly towards her, the man smiling at me with a victorious contempt and Preethi still holding his giant cock and licking its head and fondling his big hairy balls.“Baby meet Karan, my colleague. Isn’t he handsome”She got up hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I could taste Karan’s cock in my mouth and even though I resisted, she slipped her tounge. I wanted to stay in the bed but the sheets were too damp after a night's cold sweat. When I threw them off me, I saw they were riddled with the unmistakable stain of semen — a good job Wendy had not seen that, I thought — and only then did I remember the dreams. As I recalled them, especially the ones involving Connie, I felt myself getting aroused. I was surprised, judging by the state of the sheets, that I had any more spunk to offer, but after only a few moments' pounding the bed was even. "Nervously glancing at your slightly blushing mom, you hesitantly remove your jeans and the doctor inspects your 'problem' with interest."I've only ever read about a condition such as this one, sir," she finally says, looking at you seriously, letting you put back on your sticky pants. "In fact, it can progress into a very serious condition." What condition," questions your mother, worried. "What's going to happen to my boy?!" Well miss, one of the possible outcomes, if he is not treated, is.