Jun squirmed back into his chair.‘What the fuck! Who are you? Where am I?’A cacophony of questions flew through Jun’s head. The grinning man con...inued to stare at him.Jun realised there were many grinning men surrounding him. Large men. Small men. Bald, long haired, old and young. All dressed in dapper suits. They all looked ... hungry. Hungry for what?Jun stared intently at their faces. Their smiles seemed oddly forced, straining for something.Another man emerged from the shadows. His. " Never ever forget that who we face are not criminals, theyare victims of their own minds. They are not the bad guys;they are just the dangerous ones. But above all else neverever lose your compassion for them," he looked at me tryingto tell my response from my face and his smile showed hehad found what he was looking for."Here endeth the lesson," he said gently."Amen," I whispered back."When you two sweethearts have finished fawning over eachother we do have a city to patrol," Sergeant Gordon. ” I feel his strong black hands tug my panties down, just barely uncovering my own round ass. The cool air against my revealed skin sends shivers through me. One of the other boys gets down on Vic. Laughing and quickly shoving into the violated boy’s ass.I feel Clayton’s lubed fingers probing at my own anus. Rubbing and circling my virgin flower.“What do you say.” He growls above me.“Thank you daddy.” I whine. I can feel the slightly painful, unwanted pressure as he pushes one finger inside. But that was the nature of their relationship: miss Brat was his domina, his mistress, his sole owner, and he was forced to obey and listen to every word she said. He was just her married sub, her slave, her obedient little man, so he set out to find the address and fulfill his task. It was only the first of his Herculean tasks – two more will follow, she said – but he was already shivering with anticipation. After all, miss Brat knew what’s best for him and he wanted to be a good boy.He.