The media was camped out, but many of the lightweights had been run off.Friday 11:39 PM ET–http://www.xanga.com/groups/group.aspx?id=XXXXXDavidspet:...Oh my God. Remember that scene from Tuesday? They posted pictures at the club, along with some new rules. The rules are what you expect: more safety precautions and liability waivers. If it were not for the pictures, no one would have noticed. With them—you understand.It was the girl. She had her legs spread all the way apart. I might be able to do. I dropped down to the floor; my crotch pointed towards them and I bent my legs at the knees.“Mistress Emma, why don’t you grab one leg and I’ll grab the other?” Jess suggested next.Emma shrugged and bent over. She took my calf in her hands and lifted my leg straight up in the air. Jess did the same with my other one.That left both girls standing directly above me, looking straight down as I toyed with my bound-up cock. Jess had actually managed to make the horrible situation even more. He was no dummy. I was sure that he would lawyer up as soon as we got to the station. The other man was pacing the floor holding an icepack to the side of his jaw and loudly berating all of the officers in his vicinity.He took one look at me and headed in my direction. "Okay, arrest this bastard. He raped my wife. I want him off the street, out of my house immediately," he ordered. He was obviously the type of man who was used to ordering people around and getting his way. Tact and diplomacy. It was a continuous process of sucking and fucking and mental conditioning. Paul had started as a curious straight man and ended as Paula, a cock-worshipping slut totally committed to his Master. Paula was the perfect sub-boy and would still be with Max had it not been for the car accident. Max was devastated by Paula's untimely death and it had taken him almost a year to decide to acquire a new boy. Now he was determined that Lexi would be his, totally and completely. It was fortunate that.