.." My voice just seems to trail away once more. How unconvincing I must sound. Or do I? How do you sound when your wife has vanished?Borland opens a ...ile and shuffles paper. She begins. Her questions come thick and fast. She's reaching into every nook and cranny. It's like I'm in some detective drama. But then, I suppose I am...Jenny's name, address, age, nationality, date of birth, age, height, religion? What was her native language, which languages did she speak? What's her accent? Her email. Atthe moment, that didn't seem to be that important anymore.---I sat cross legged on the floor of my cage, looking out the bars at theFaerie who occasionally walked past me. I'd been in there for nearly twohours already, even trying unsuccessfully to break out of the cageagain. However it was far stronger than it looked, much to mydisappointment.Every once in a while, one of the Faerie would come and look at me,making me feel like some sort of zoo animal. However none of them lookedpleased to. At the time I just didn't understand how cold it was going to get. I should have listened to my granddad. By the way my name is Hank Wilson, and today I am at my parole hearing. It's been 30 years to the day.Like I said before I should have listened to my granddad.Hank my granddad said, there will be days that you'll wish you could run away and hide. Other days you wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world. And then there are those days you'll want to bury and put it out of its misery.. But the rest two were very angry and started spanking me with the whip they were carrying. I directly went to the man who whipped me and started sucking his cock. He sighed and started pushing his dick deeper by holding the back of my head and deep-throating me.I was enjoying a lot when someone else pulled me towards him. This went for some time. Finally, they were ready to cum and all of them formed a circle around me pouring all their cum on me. I was covered in a lot of cum. I drank all of.