Ken bowed his head respectfullyand handed Greta a curious metal pole, some three feet long and about two inchesin diameter. One end was plain and cove...ed in a simple metal cap, but the otherend was fitted with a long wide screw, and a couple of electrical wires weredangling from a hole in the side of the tube. As he handed the device to Greta Karen leant forward to see exactly whatwas going on. She wondered at the device and noted that at the plain end therewas a small socket, presumably. It could be heart-breaking. In one case we responded to a report of a dead child, to find that Mom had simply wandered away for four days, smoking crack, and her three-month old baby had died of neglect. Another time a father beat a child half to death because the little boy was crying, and Dad was too busy smoking meth to deal with a dirty diaper. It was simply beyond my understanding. I wasn’t the only guy who felt that way, and it was very difficult at times to not fall into an ‘us versus. Ting Ting nudged my leg and smiled, and when I turned back around the girl was sitting next to me."Stacy, while you were away, a few more of my friends joined us. This is James and this is Francie."Francie casually reached across me and shook the girls hand, muttering casual pleasantries. But when it came my turn, the room seemed to stand still, as if the whole room were watching the two of us.Hoping not to make a noticeable scene I reached forward and grabbed her hand to shake it, smiling. With a slightly expectant dull ache in her loins.It no longer mattered to her why she was here ... a dare gone wrong ... a fantasy taken too far ... perhaps simple karma. She found herself here, naked, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, gagged tightly and collared. The long line of men walked by her, occasionally slapping her ass or tits or slipping a finger in her pussy or anus. She'd found a place where she belonged, where she could be happy.She'd known many men. She knew they found her.