Ordinarily he would grab either his mother or his sister and either beg or charm his way into some relief via their tits or pussy or mouth or all of t...e above, but Hilda was strict with her children's study time, not allowing distractions until they had put in sufficient time hitting the books each day. Hilda Humper could still be a surprisingly strict disciplinarian with her son, especially considering the fact that she had been pleasuring his gigantic wee wee by fucking him on a daily basis. I was easily bored, even though I had a number of friends. Hanging out in the town I lived, I saw James a lot. Mostly, he was being an asshole. To me, it was easy to see he badly needed power, constantly, and would attempt to seize it at every oppurtunity. With this in mind, and with a raging bisexuality and passion for the forbidden fruit, my desire to chain him up, torture him, humiliate him and rob him of every last shred of power he had and make him submit. It grew beyond a fantasy and into. 'I should have wasted that no good fucker!' She added watching him being dragged from the room.Misty rushed to the bed to see about her friend. 'Hi there, ' she smiled caressing the side of Dana's face. 'You hold on sweety, help is on the way, ' she added leaning to kiss her forehead.Two very tall men came into the room and quickly moved to Misty. 'Oh Lord!' One of them said when he saw Dana's nipples being smashed by the rusted clamps. 'I hope them two burn in hell, ' he said opening a medical. So I stepped though the kitchen door into the pub with the shotgun up and ready for anything. Yes, I would be ready for trouble, but I would look foolish, if Jeremy and The Brit were having a surprise birthday party for me. Which of course they were."Jeremy you are a dead man," I whispered as I put down the shotgun after unloading it. I also removed the lightweight Kevlar feeling like a complete fool. I was greeted by cops and killers from all over the state."Go easy on Jeremy, you only turn.