"This is a contest," he was told.At that point, three cocks pushed their way through the three holes. Noone could see the three guys standing behind ...he wall. There were justthree disembodied heads to service three anonymous cocks. The contestrequired that each unknown cock entrant put up $25.00. The three cagedslaves would go to work and see who could get their cock to cum first.The winner would be released and would collect the wager. The twolosers would remain in place until a third. He felt fantastic. Better than he'd felt for as long as he could remember. Then Harold noticed a little boy, who couldn't have been more than two years old, rushing straight to him. "Gimme back my body" the little boy cried, looking up at Harold with pleading eyes. "Pwease" "Oh my," Harold muttered, guessing that this must be the blue haired girl. Getting down on one knee, Harold forgave the insults she'd given him earlier and gently said, "I don't know how. I don't even know what happened.". ’ The message was short, “Cody, Liz has opened a sex site. You should know about it. A friend.” There was a link to a website.His first action after glancing over it was to delete it thinking it was spam that managed to make it through the company’s spam filter. Fortunately, his email program didn’t really delete the email. It was a little later that one minor detail about that email occured to him. The sender knew both his name and his daughter’s name. He went to the email trash folder and. I knew the layout well. Josie and I had had a few sneaky assignations there when the suite was otherwise unoccupied on a cruise, spending many an hour shagging each other on the huge four-poster bed surrounded by opulence we would never have been able to afford normally. Now it was as though all those marvellous memories were about to be destroyed because our wonderful secret love-nest had turned into an evil bitch's fucking lair...I had deliberated all the time I was clearing up in the bar.