.. to us..." Adrienne sighed. "He was still my brother."I closed my eyes and squeezed her tighter.With Saturday morning's announcement of Adam's death... I'd thought the most dramatically intense week of my life was finally over. After all, what else could go wrong, right?Well, after everything we'd been through, I felt the need to vent a little bit, to talk about everything that had been going around in my life. Ordinarily, I would have talked to Adrienne; but she had been living it with me and. I need to know or I wouldn't be asking." Mr. Malcolm, I have to tell you this is all highly irregular and completely unexpected. I was told that no one was to know the truth of Miss Olsen's situation besides myself, her handler with Witness Protection, and Miss Forrester, who works for me and will be handling the details of her time with us. And yet, here you are; frankly it worries me. Are you attached to Witness Protection then?" No. They have no idea who I am or that I'm here, and I'd like. He awoke to the strangest sensation. He was in a glass cubicle about thesize of a telephone box. It was in a darkened room the only light beingthe spotlight shining down onto the glass cell he was in. Presently hewas hanging from slings under his arms that held him on tip toes. Hisarms were held in place behind his back with what felt like hand cuffs.As he was getting his bearings he also realized there was something halfburied in his ass....sissy pussy.....what? why did he just think. “I want to see the bitch fuck herself with it like there’s no tomorrow,” the Sergeant’s language is shocking, even now, but Scott doesn’t hesitate to obey anymore and relays the order.Immediately, Agnes speeds up, legs powering her up and down as she impales herself on the toy again and again, always a little deeper, faster, until she’s screaming and jumping on the toy with most of her weight. “Harder,” the Sergeant orders, and Scott repeats “harder.” And harder, and harder, until there’s.