”“Excellent Connie, I can see Jason really does confide in you, ladies,” mom said. “Final Question Rachel: After the event, Jason was depresse... and wouldn’t talk to anyone, including the counselor I had him see. He was cold and distant to everyone, including his family. Who was it that finally broke through to him?”“Oh, well, I know the answer, but this is deeply personal to Jay,” answered Rachel. Rachel looked at the other girls and asked, “Do you guys know this?” The girls shook their heads. He knew their names and what school they went to, but nothing personal. There was plenty of speculation of course; different sources claiming that they had been on drugs, that it was a Satanic ritual, or that they had done it simply to get their fifteen minutes of fame. He had considered speaking to the parents of the victims, but that wouldn't work. He was a priest, not a detective. He wasn't even the priest from their church. They had no reason to answer his questions and were probably sick. As he walked along, the street looked less and less well kept, until it was truly shabby. Then he found the number he wanted, and knocked on the door.It was opened by an old crone looking rather like one of the witches from Macbeth.“Do you do the wax treatment?” he asked.“Not me, my granddaughter,” came the reply, “come in.”‘Sounds a bit more promising,’ he thought and just then a beautiful young woman appeared wearing only a see-through kimono. ‘That’s more like it,’ he thought.She led him. Finally I could take no more and tried to push him away, pulling on my hair he removed his cock from my mouth.Still blindfolded, he pulled me by the hair leading me to the bed. He pushed me down and forcibly positioned my arms above my head. Taking another scarf he wrapped it around my wrists multiple times, tying it tight. Pulling off my pants and underwear he spread open my legs, tying my feet together. My pussy quivered in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Pulling on my shirt.