ChangeSuddenly loud knocking on the front door ended my dreary thoughts. The police were there. Several of them. Quick thoughts of acting like I wasn'... home or running out the back flew through my mind. But then I noticed standing on the sidewalk were 2 teenage girls. With suitcases.After being informed that the party was raided after my friends and I had left the police discovered that my ex had pimped the girls out for gloryholes. The ex and her now ex cop boyfriend were arrested. Would I. It was obvious that both girls were tiring rapidly, as the blows became less and less direct and the stripes on both girls were far less fierce-looking. But Frank had not given them the signal to stop, so, forcing themselves to continue whipping each other, they traveled in circles, looking for open spots to hit. Both girls were panting, near exhaustion, crying and whimpering with each blow delivered by her opponent.After what seemed like far more than ten minutes to the combatants, Frank. It isn’t long before Bruno is losing control and awareness, Holly groans as he rides her increasingly hard but doesn’t wake. Bruno is sweating profusely as he goes faster and faster hoping to finish and clean up before interruption. Soon he is emptying his balls inside Holly Willoughby but his ecstasy is broken. “Well that complicates matters.” Bruno turns to see Mr Bates and his son Douglas stood in the office doorway. A red-faced Bruno pulls his cock out, gives it a wipe and puts it away,. ‘Your doing fine.’ Trying to move, but finding he had no strength, and any slight movement caused flashing pain in his chest, Josh lay looking around him assessing his situation. ‘Am I in hospital?’ ‘Yes Mr Morrison, you’re here in intensive care. Everything is going well.’ Closing his eyes with exhaustion he drifted back to sleep, the pain killing drugs pumped into his body and the remains of the anaesthetic draining him of any strength, giving him the blessed healing of rest and the oblivion.