We pan around and see a familiar couple walking toward us... Our host, the perverted Playboy Playmate, all-American dogwhore, Jenna McCartney, and her...mean, muscle-bound, bull terrier Buddy.She’s looking her slutty best, all tits and teeth as she slinks along the platform in a tight red knee-length dress – hips swaying, stiletto-heeled feet crossing on each step. He’s tugging along on the lead beside her, full of enthusiasm – beady eyes, sharp teeth and his ugly domed head setting him apart. “Pass me the timber labeled number four, please, and some of the large nails.” Dad requested.“Don’t you want number three first?” I queried.“Fu ... Damn. You’re right. Number three first then.”“I don’t think it goes there. And I think you have it upside down.”“Argggh.”My dad started hammering. “OW! Fuck that hurts.”And so on. I could see slow but steady progress was being made.On the practical side, I was learning how to suck your finger when you hit said finger with the hammer instead of the. After about a half an hour raping her with the baseball bat, I then switched to some more casual pleasures. burning her with cigarettes all over her, enjoying the screams that came from her. Yes, I was loving the fact that I was making this evil cunt pay for her shit she did to myself and my son. I tortured her for another two hours, using all kinds of things to hurt her in the most degrading manner I could. I even shit right into her mouth and made her eat that too. I loved torturing this cunt. ‘And you are Mr. Charlton?’ ‘Yes, Marcus Charlton,’ he replied somewhat nervously, Roger thought. ‘Please, sit. And what can I do for you today, Mr. Charlton?’ ‘Ah … well … you see … it’s like this. I’m a good friend of your wife, Winnie, a very good friend. I thought it only fair to … bring you up to date on things … as it were.’ He had come to a sudden stop as Roger rose from his chair and towered above him. During his entire Army career, Roger Wilkinson had been taught to control his.