He took his belt off and started beating my ass and legs. It hurt so much that I started to make too much noise. I had put a roll of duck tape for him...to use on the side table as usual and he grabbed it. He shoved my thong into my mouth and taped it tightly around my head. He turned me on my back and ordered me to open my legs wide. He lashed my cunt with the belt hard and I closed my legs in pain. That made him furious and he screamed at me to open them again. He beat me repeatedly "I'm making. You just can't invent stuff this entertaining. While what you are asking is completely unethical, illegal and immoral, I doubt we could be held responsible for an honest administrative mistake. I'd have to think up a good story for who should handle the samples. Not that I'd ever do such a thing you understand. You realize DNA is pretty easy to lift nowadays. They can probably grab it from a comb, dead skin from a bedspread, or they could simply compel a blood sample." Yeah, I'm aware of that,". Leslie had not taken a bus all the way out to Kansas from her hometown near the Finger Lakes of Central New York but, in fact, had flown out to Kansas City but had transferred to the bus that took her all the way out to our farm. As she later told the story, “It felt like it was right next to the pipeline; the one that they used to pipe the sunshine out to us with.” She told me later that she certainly felt like a shorn sheep in the middle of winter out there on the farm but she was going to. "Ray, smoke break" Dan said as he walked past without stopping."No worries, give me a sec to whoop this machines arse and I'll be right with ya"Entering into the smoking shack Dan could see Terry was there hovering under the clouds of smoke hanging in the air. Next to him stood a bloke of about six foot tall, skinny frame with shoulder length hair and a pot marked face."Alright Tel, mines a pint of the usual piss, lets chat"Walking to the bar Terry knew what was being asked of him. He produces.