Was Oz in on this? Was it his idea? He was a real fucking cunt however good a fuck he was.And now she was lying bruised, battered and, from between he... legs, bleeding. And it wasn't just from her abused vagina that the blood was seeping out. Her nose was pressed against the kerb. Her hair was pasted over her bare shoulders and flecked with coal dust and rubbish. Her limbs were splayed out awkwardly. Her clothes were filthy and ripped and had been tossed over her naked body, but Olive was still. At this point the camera was placed on top of the fridge, so it could capture all the action. Jen, then walked over to the table and pulled my apron and frilly dress up over my waist.Then as she pulled off my silk knickers, she turned away for a second, then without warning, an intense pleasurable heat came upon me as she poured that thick, sticky, chocolate sauce all over my, by now, rock hard cock and balls. It was an amazing feeling so I moaned loudly. ‘Oh darling the boy seems to be. I finally grabbed a military tazer and put it in one of my molle pouches.The Corporal asked, “What’s that for?”I replied, “If we catch this fucker, he’s going to wish he was dead.”I put on my ghillie suit, handed one to the Corporal and ordered, “Put this on and pretend you’re a bush.”We were ready and I suggested to George, “A distraction right now might be a good idea, just make sure they don’t shoot us.”George got the majority of the men to start firing while the Corporal and I hauled ass. After a few more seconds, he finally turned his head towards Cassie. "I'm sorry?" Did you tell Mrs. Radson about Diane?" Uh, no. Was I supposed to?" I think she should know that one of our group is a slave," Cassie said with a slight strain to her voice. She glanced at Ned while she waited for Jason to speak. Her hips squirmed.Jason stared at Diane again. "But she's supposed to be," he said, the hollow sound to his voice undermining its conviction."I know that, Jason, but ... but Mrs. Radson.