Henry Morgan?" Yes Sir I am; I suppose that those are my bags?" Yes Sir, I was told to bring all your stuff up here so you could look through them. Di... you have an accident Mr. Morgan?" Yes I did ... ah..." Oh my name is Hector, Mr. Morgan; Hector Lopez. I take care of the secure room and do odd jobs around here for Mr. Hughes. Your accident would explain the blood on your briefcase and laptop case." Well Hector, I'm Henry, or Hank to my friends. Yeah that could explain the blood. I'm kind of. The next morning I attended my first 'group' session. If you've never been to a 'group', I highly recommend it. There's nothing like sitting around for an hour listening to other people talk about their problems, and you have no choice but to stay and listen.Yeah, I could have tuned them out. I'm pretty sure at least two of them did just that on a regular basis. There's supposed to be some kind of 'shared group dynamic' that allows the individual to spill their guts without fear of mockery. I let out a very sudden and loud noise, dampened by the pink, rubber gag held in my mouth by a tightly fastened head harness. It felt like the insides of my genitals were on fire for a split second. The shock was soon followed by a second and third, at seemingly random intervals."It seems to be working just fine," he said to himself, smiling. "This device will now give you a few seconds' worth of electric shocks every five minutes, on the dot. In light of your disobedience, I would normally. Tell him to put it inside John! Oh god, tell him to stop teasing me! I want his cock so bad&hellip,he hears us too. I can feel him getting harder as he hears us John. So are you. Youre both bad boys. You both need to be&hellip, She gasped a little. Now I knew the man on the other side of the wall was drinking from her golden chalice. I imagined his face was dripping with her sweet wine as it poured out onto his tongue from her deep well. Fuck hes eating me. Oh my god&hellip,.unreal, John, I can.