Bruce had been busy writingnew songs and we gave him the opportunity to try a couple out. We wereall surprised at how good they sounded so we started...to put them intoour set. One night a promoter took us aside after the gig and told usthat a friend of his had a studio and wanted us to record two tracksfor a single. We did the recording session and, a few weeks later,heard ourselves on the radio. It was an amazing experience and we hada little celebratory drink.After a few weeks we heard. His laptop rested on the bed to his righthand side, while the screen showed two men. A young fair-headed guy, whom I observed very much resembled Tom, both in stature and appearance, was kneeling on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. An older, muscular man stood before him thrusting his thick cock in and out of his young captive’s mouth, the angry distended veins clearly visible running along its length. The act appeared aggressive, brutal even. The restrained boy helpless to resist. “So what by the time I’ve finished fucking your cheating married cunt you will only be available for me to fuck, you told Deb he was happy pretending it was me fucking you, now he will know Dee his posh wife got her final wish. Now pull up your skirt”Dee slowly grabbed the edge of her skirt and as she raised it I removed her rings from the end of my cock, turning back to look at my prey, Dee was stood with her back towards her work table, the lacy knickers covered what Deb had informed me, was. I was shot. I knew I was shot.I heard the beep-beep. I was in the fucking hospital. Damn.“Doctor! He’s awake,” said a female voice.Suddenly I was surrounded by several white smocked medical types. A middle-aged female with a stethoscope began to check me out. Had to be the doctor. She straightened up and sighed.“Glad to have you back with us, Mister Steele,” she said. “I’m doctor Kariana Metcalf. You had us worried. You lost a lot of blood. How are you feeling?”“Okay, I think,” I said. “Not.