The trouble was that the upsurge of violence continued, and one of the business' I had an interview with was firebombed. Another was out on a bomb sca...e when my interview was scheduled, and two others decided to hold back on recruiting because of the uncertainty. I kept on applying for more jobs but with no success. I was getting pretty down. The political parties were trying to get things calmed down so Jean was out late quite a few nights.Then we were called-out. This was like reservists. By the bulge in your pants it looks like you got enough," says Theresa, with a sly smile. "Does your wife use this on you?" Its all I could do to nod as Sheyla approaches. She says, "Oooooh the thought of fucking a man in the ass with that is such a turn on." I still can't move, but the strain in my pants is unbearable. Sheyla continues, "I've never done that before but I am all wet just thinking about it." Theresa then asks me, "Do you like it in the ass, Mr. Kincaid? I know I do. I knew. On a shelf on the wall were twenty five or so homemade DVDs. I sent Joe out to the van to get the laptop so I could copy the DVDs to the hard drive. Under the bed were several boxes of assorted toys that looked like they had been put away dirty. I asked the tech guys if there was a way for me to get DNA from them. They said "sample kits are on the way" and that they would work me thru the process as soon as they arrived.I started copying the DVDs while I waited. This was going to be a long. The beating didn't stop, didn't slow down and eventually Kimmie vomitedfrom the pain (not that she had anything in her stomach to throw up) andstill the woman continued. She used one hand to beat Kimmie's feet andthe other to caress them and the combination of these two actions wasscary beyond belief. The woman's orgasms were too numerous to count forKimmie, enveloped in a haze of pain as she was, but the woman had foundher perfect victim. She tortured Kimmie that way for the whole.