“You see, government incompetence in action, as usual! The Peter Principle really seems to be a thing with the Feds, more than most others, in fact....Or is it the Dilbert Principle in this case, eh? You inept morons, you never bothered to check how old I might be, didn’t ask Dad to identify himself, or anything! How the fuck are you not out of a job! You just assumed that Dad was Nicholas Durant, not my father! He’s Walther Durant, you fools!“By the way, this house, that you invaded, belongs to. I could hardly breathe as he manoeuvred himself so that the tip of that cock was touching his anus; he then unbelievably lowered himself taking the helmet in. He then paused before lowering a little further then raising himself so that only the tip was in, he lowered again a little further paused and raised again, he did this another four or five times gradually getting lower until the whole cock was buried deep into his arse. It was about this time that I came in my pants again.The younger man. "The music faded on but those lyrics played on and on in his head. Heburst up, he knew one other person he could count on at school for aprice!He ran towards the old abandoned warehouse (Be thankful the warehousein THERAPY became a hotel), he walked behind it, it was dank and dirty,like a hidden swamp. The figure of a dog in a trench coat was seenthrough the smoke. He walked further."Yo!" Kaze called out."Huh, oh, you, the kid, long time no see! Lookin' for some brainenhancer!" Not exactly... I. I don't really like shots. Let's just stick with the pills, okay?"The odd look that Bobby suddenly remembered from the day he and his mom had moved into this house passed over Chet's face. A sudden resoluteness entered the large man's voice."You will do as I say. Do you think I'm doing this for the fun of it? Now turn over, before I turn you over. You wouldn't like that, Bobby. Trust me."Suddenly fearful at this change, Bobby quickly rolled over onto his stomach. "Now pull down your panties.".