I heard the keys to the jail and my heart jumped knowing paul had come to get me but when the officer came in and asked me to strip down i refused to ...o such a thing he told me once more but with more authority this time again i refused the the officer walked up to me and ripped the top of my shirt and told me i would strip one way or the other i was so scared that i agreed to strip off my clothes and did just that but when he tried to bend me over for a cavity search i had had enough and told. I pulled on a pair of jogging pants and grabbed a t-shirt before going to the bathroom for a quick pee and a wash.My dick was still swinging uncomfortably in the loose joggers when I walked into the kitchen. "Well, well, well!" I whistled when I saw that my young daughter in law was only wearing a black ribbed vest that was only just keeping her puppies in place and a pair of red lacy French knickers or boy-shorts as the young people call them were peaking out at the bottom."What?" She giggled. "I think Ed here probably needs your mouth more than I do. Why don't you show your friend how you can make him cum." she suggested.I didn't even look for a more private spot. I just slipped to my knees and lifted his cock. I could smell his sexy smell. He had obviously been turned on for some time. He might even have had a woman, I admit that it did something to me. I was anxious to feel him in my mouth. I didn't remember it exactly, but I knew deep down inside that I loved it on at least some. All of the characters exist, and most of the events have occurred. This is an important story. It’s about sex and slavery, but it’s also about your life, and my life, and how we get through it all. It’s an experiment, but it’s also a manifesto. This has all happened for a reason. I want to change people for the better, and if I have to enslave some people to do it, well, that’s what I’ve done. Are you curious about me? Well. I’ll tell you more about myself a little later. But first, I want to.