Lori was not paying any attention to what Ben was hiding a very large erection and Taser under the towel he had. Ben explains to Officer Hunt that...this place has quit a history in its time including the first orphanage for girls in the state and a Funeral Parlor in the 1870’s, a Speak Easy in the 1920’s and then a boarding house until the 1960’s. Lori looked at him and smiled that’s quite interesting she thought as she turned around. She noticed he was handing her his card and turned her. She forced my open mouth down three more inches. Gagging and coughing I pulled back just to have her shove my head right back down this time forcing me to take six inches. Hearing the moan on the other side of the wall. I relaxed. Opened my mouth as wide as I could and let her push my head the rest of the way on to the cock. It was difficult at first. Once the tip hit the back of my throat I moved my body so my neck was straighter. Letting it slide all the way down. Feeling my throat expand.. Jane lightly touched her upper back with the tip of her finger; even that lightest touch elicited a moan of pain from the prostrate girl. Brett returned pushing a small cot on wheels. It resembled a stretcher, of the kind you might find in a public clinic, in one of our inner cities. Its surface was lightly padded and it had, as its only modification, at the head and foot, leather wrist and ankle restraints. Between Brett, Olga and Jane, they lifted the inert and barely conscious girl on to the. One year, in my teens, we moved south once again. My Uncle Vinny had lost his wife, Aunt Audrey, the year before, and my parents thought it might be nice for both of us if we spent time together. It was summer and school was out, so my dad would drop me off to my uncle’s trailer in the morning on the way to work, and pick me up on the way home (most of the time - but I did stay over quite a lot, especially on the weekends, but those stories will come later).I liked my uncle, and my uncle’s.