.. John ... she had blocked it ... she wasn't a voluntary participant in the nightmare of her life after 12. The bastard had SOLD her to his friends a...d enjoyed slapping her around while she was penetrated in three holes ... she HATED it ... She fucked everything ... dogs, horses, donkeys and it was all on film in living color.The worst part? She was SLOW. There wasn't any other word that fit.She was on the lower left side of the bell curve.She couldn't write ... she could print but cursive. She smiled and asked, "Did I fall asleep?"I smiled back and said, "Good afternoon, beautiful. You sure did but I like watching you sleep. You look like a little angel laying there."She purred, "Well, I certainly haven't acted like an angel this weekend."I chuckled and said, "I'm certainly glad of that. How about we clean up our mess and go for a walk?"Stacia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and perkily said, "Sounds good to me!"Ah, youth. Not that I was an old fogey but it was nice to see. When the weekend came we all had to go to the paymaster who was in his sixties and about to retire.I lined up along with the others and when my turn came he asked me to step aside as there was a problem with my work and he needed to speak with my supervisor and me in private.Once inside his office he asked us what had happened on our last job and as I was about to make up a story he asked my supervisor had he been takin advantage of young cock again at which point I noticed his trousers were. No one had any other suggestions, so we decided to try out the rapport and probe. After everyone was comfortably in rapport, then Cindi and Jude started probing Tim's blocked area.Nothing happened at first. Almost immediately, a burst of mental energy hit us with such force I'd have fallen if I hadn't been sitting down. This only lasted a second before it was gone.Suddenly, Tim began to speak, "You God Damned, Mother fucking, son-of-a-bitch, bastard, cock suckers are going to die for this. I'm.