They let Lucas and me go after grilling us for hours. I knew from my work, their idea was to wear down the witnesses and/or suspect until they changed...their story. Our stories never changed the entire time. They had no choice but to let us go. It was time for me to get back home and in a hurry.The plane from LAX landed in Newark late on a Sunday night, and I hired Uber to take me home. The driver was a soft spoken Jamaican, handsome and polite. I was exhausted and appreciated him carrying my. “I can’t wait to see him beg to be milked for the first time, that is, if he doesn’t come when one of us is caning him. Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!” As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.“Would you Hortense? I hope they’ll all be here shortly.” Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin. She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.“You get your nose in there. .." Then you'll need to find another doctor," I told her."What?!?" she asked. "It's no different of a procedure?" It's an entirely different procedure. One is necessary and therapeuticin nature, the other would forever keep her from being able to havekids." She's my baby, there's no way I'll let her do that..."I sighed. "I have a slot open for her surgery next Tuesday. If you wanther full ovaries removed, you'll need to find another hospital. I'lllodge my report and we'll note that you've. “Mmmmm, oh man, that is a sweet ass, the look of your crack is making me hard. Now go ahead and take everything off”. I try one more time to beg for something else other than this. He orders me again to take it all off. Embarrassed, I turn facing away from him and kick off my shoes and with trembling hands take my shirt off. Next I slide my hands under the waist line of my pants and underwear and slowly pull them down and step out of them. My socks are the last things to go and now I’m.