As I headed back to my room with the prize in hand it dawned on me that to get back to my room I would have to go through the living room were my dad ...as and it would be difficult to explain the erection in my pants and my mom’s panties in my hand. I had to think quick because I so desperately needed a release and the panties mom gave me were still freshly warm also moist with juicy for me to use, they were getting cold and dry fast. I pulled my boxers open tucking moms panties around my. He turned to Betty and told her about Hy Symington and what he was planning."Betty, I'm going to have to show Hy the pictures and tell him everything," Ed told her, "Are you OK with that?"Betty nodded her head. She dreaded having to see the pictures again, but she knew that Ed was trying to make sure that she could put this all behind her. She was learning to trust Ed's judgment.At 38 years old, Hy Symington was one of the best and most feared investigative reporters in the country. He had. That night, after dinner, we went down to the same local bar for a night cap. When she went to the ladies room, I talked to a few of my guy friends about Lanie, and that I wanted them to lead her on, then dump her near the end of the evening. That night went as planned, and when we got back to my apartment, she had some frustration in her eyes. I had scoped out where she hid the vibrator in her suitcase, and replaced the good batteries with spent ones before we went out. I wanted her to. It smelled soapy. Suddenly, he felt like he had to take a dump, but the handler was pinching his buttocks together with his fingers so tightly that he couldn't push it out. The handler then pulled the pin out and held his buttocks closed for another minute. Finally, the handler released his grasp and he immediately spewed forth a wet gooey mess from his asshole. The handler left him there for a couple more minutes while he completely emptied his bowels. Then the handler placed him into another.