”I chuckled, “You have NO idea who is involved in that stuff and what ELSE they’ve done. And you do not WANT to know.”“Just how much DO you ...now?”“Enough to put some bad guys on ice for the rest of their lives. Please don’t ask any more.”“Mr. Adams, when I’m carrying a fucking locator in my pocket and my boys have them as well, and you’re packing heat everywhere, I think I deserve to know more.”“That’s about Scuderi which has to do with Connie and Anthony; it’s not about any Chicago Outfit. “I think you’d better run now.” said Mr Spencer.Meg flew from the office without even pulling her stinky panties back on. She had morepressing needs at the moment! She was so thankful that there was only one other girl inthe toilets who was taking a dump while whistling away tunelessly .Meg made it in the nick of time as she released the poop from her tender anus and shepeed noisily, like a horse .“Fuck me!” said the girl in the opposite stall “Have you been caned, Meg?”“Shut the fuck up, you!“. We had been roaming around looking at the sites and made it back to the camp in the early evening and sitting outside as the weather was comfortably cool. We were speaking to the other campers as they walked by and one man in particular seemed to find more reasons to walk by than normal.This could have been because she had on a short linen skirt and a linen blouse with nothing else under them. I admit it gave me a hard on watching him checking her out. He was a large guy, kinda rough around the. A torturess had her captive seated and tied atop a bucket of ice water. His balls were tied and stretched so that they were immersed in the ice water to see how long he would last until her passed out, to be revived again and repeated. At one device, a nude man groaned and whimpered, he’d been made to sit bare assed on a chair whose seat was composed of dull wooden stakes. His weight made the stakes nearly protrude into his naked bottom. Two torturesses then periodically pulled him up, held.