I Surrender to Susan's ScentSusan was patient, but after a while she said very gently,“Still havin’ trouble?”I stopped and opened my eyes. “No. Well maybe. Just a little.”“You said you trust me. So, be honest… havin’ trouble?”“Yeah.”“OK then. I’m. “Not bad,” he said. “Major Roger Cook. Look, I hate to ask, but, mind giving us a hand? There’s some kind of insurrection going on and we’ve got to catch them before they hurt anyone else.”“Uhh… I don’t know. Let me check on my neighbors, good friends of mine. If I can, I’ll find you when I’m done.”“Thanks,” he hollered as he ran off. I sighed and headed off elsewhere, unsure of what to do. But apparently, Roger wasn’t the only one that saw my little stunt.“Yo!” a boy probably a year older than. The women’s wrists were cuffed to their ankles, so they were positioned in a reverse hog-tie.As it was summer vacation and the sun was out, they were getting an early start on their sun rituals. They had make-shift enemas stuffed in their assholes. The enema consisted of a baby bottle nipple in the anus. It was fed by 12 inches of garden hose that curved upwards. A golf ball precariously rested on top of the hose to seal it.Brock and Jonathon shared control of the women equally. They still. He pointed me the way, and it seemed like I should have taken a right instead of a left from Anne's place. The next day I finished work and was on my way to Anne to deliver to her the other belongings which I could not fit in yesterday. Anne greeted me at the door and asked me to come in for a coffee, which I accepted. Anne was seated across from me and noticed the hickey on my neck; she looked at my neck and pointed to hers, she asked, "You had a good night last night then." I smiled.

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