"Okay, okay," I laughed, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. Taking my seat at the kitchen table, I arranged myself in a very provocative pose... legs parted to expose my pussy. "Oh, Mom-ma..." I sang. "What, honey?" she replied, looking over her shoulder -- then her eyes widened as she drank in the sight of me. "Oh, my." "Two eggs. Scrambled," I purred, letting both hands trail slowly down my thighs. Mom licked her lips as she stared at my cunt, which I was certain had to be glistening. Jason is hurting emotionally, but seems to be OK physically. The DEA Divisional Director says he’ll have Jason back there in about an hour, though I think it’s going to be closer to an hour and a half. An agent Brice is in charge of getting him to you, as well as getting him anything he needs. He’ll probably call you when they leave Bakersfield. I’ve given him Maria’s cell phone number.”A stunned Hawk said, “Hold on a minute, Dennis. Let us get to the office so we can put this on the speaker. Keith said, "Good faggot, now squeeze your nuts!"As any male knows, testicles are very easy to hurt. Brian grasp his large nut sack, he squeezed. He immediately felt pain. It was the gut wrenching pain that only males understand. It was the pain that fills a male's body. But Brian squeezed, watching Keith's hands. Indeed, Brian was broken.Keith said, "Okay, punk, pull out some of your dick hairs."Again, Brian complied, he grasp a hair, pulling it, feeling the needle sharp pain. Keith's hand. "Mercy had to suppress a snicker. Instead, she just had to ask, "What'swrong with poodles?" Stubby legs? Not great for running around. And they're so small,"Stacy mused."Point taken," Mercy admitted. "What dog should I've made you?" sheasked with a grin."Mercy," was the only word Sonja said. But her tone made clear that shewas walking on thin ice."Greyhound," Stacy said into the silence. Surprising both of the othergirls. "That would have been a great choice." What's a ..." Mercy started but.