I hung out because they were very nice and they bought me all of my drinks. They where just in town on business from Chicago and were staying right do...n the street. After last call they invited me over to the hotel to hang out and have another drink with them. I was fairly drunk already and had nothing to do in the morning so I joined them for a drink in one of their rooms. We went up and they pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured some drinks. Then one of the guys started cutting out lines. I was to be left strapped to the table, legs spread and raised, while he went to check on the names I had given him. I lay there a terrified wracked bundle of nerves, I wanted to rub my sore nipples, I desperately wanted something to soothe the burning between my legs in both holes, and to massage my over extended pussy sphincter back to some semblance of a tight cunt hole that I used to have. I hoped that the officer would be satisfied with the information and stop the interrogation. A senior. ”Steve burst out laughing and said, “You should see the look on your face.”“You had me going there for a second,” Danny said with a wry smile.“Why the flute?”“All the other flute players are girls.”“I definitely see the logic in that,” Steve said with a grin. “So how’s it going?”Danny said, “Not so good. The first time he asked me to blow on it, it made a nice noise. So I figured, this is easy – you blow and it goes toot. Then he started working on technique and wind and ... it stopped going. Normally he'd cut through the park and down an alley. Today, though, he decided to go a different way. He'd go past the library, and, who knows, maybe he'd go in.He was reading the book he'd checked out when his father got home."What are you reading?"Jared held up the book. "Mr. Lincoln's Army." The Civil War?" His father looked surprised. "I didn't know you were interested in history." I wasn't, but this was mentioned in one of the textbooks at school, and I thought I'd see what it was about.".