They somehow got into the tunnels and were messing with one of the panels. Come on, we need to have a talk with them."Knowing Jens I figure she's stil... a little sore at the twin so I suggest, "Jens it might be better if we have Liz here too."Jens agrees, "Yeah, that's a great idea. After all they are her responsibility."We exit the tunnels, Jens closes the door and announces, "I'm setting the alarm." She pauses and questions, "That reminds me, I wonder who the hell turned off the alarm system. No, don't talk to his cock! You know what we mean!Hey, young teens. Don't be afraid to change your hair color for a guy. We know you care too much what older boys and guys think about you and so we are here for you.To keep your hair nice and shiny and clean after your special time with your guy, all our shampoos are specifically designed to get cum out of your hair.Maybe you want to brag to your girlfriends and leave cum in your hair but we know you want his cum gone before Dad and Mom see or. I thought that I could still tell them who my father was and that they would leave me alone. That was when my world truly fell apart!They showed me pictures of my father's and mother's heads that had been cut off. I fainted! When I regained consciousness I was naked except for a chastity belt (much less comfortable than the one I wear now by choice) I was also locked in a cage about the size of a large dog carrier.A nasty looking and smelling woman was in the room where I was locked up. She. Bad offered his hand to help Scott stand up, and he was a little woozy for balance. Mr. Erickson looked at Scott, then in the toilet. “I smell booze.”“I’ve got this, Mr. Erickson,” Brad tried to prevent any trouble for Scott.“Scott, if I’d known you were so sick, we would have stayed home,” Carrie reasoned, going along with the ruse. “I’ll call my mom to come and get us,” she added, taking out her cell phone.Mr. Erickson looked at each one, certain of what he knew. “Please, Mr. Erickson,” Brad.