..The man sitting in the tall chair behind the desk in the shadows was old, some in the organization thought, too old. He never paid them much heed th...ugh. They all feared him enough that their opinions would not hurt him before his cancer did. And with the treatment he was getting, he might not even have to fear that for long.His disease had progressed slowly at first, but by the time his doctors caught it, it had begun to accelerate. His time in hospital rooms and doctor's offices was. Dotty watched as her only daughter handled her only son's penis with practiced ease. Dotty's suspicious mind decided this was not the first penis painting expedition Terry had been on."How long have you and your brother been having sex?" What? Mom, that was a dumb question." Danny looked shocked at his mother."Mom, Danny and I have never had sex. I did not have sex with my brother," she stated with Clinton like sincerity."Blow jobs count as sex in this house," Dotty told her."Sorry Mom," Danny. Its intention was tospotlight the horrors hidden from view that often occur in a police state. Myintention is to capture some of that frightening atmosphere while incorporatingthe ponygirl theme. The following is areal story that never happened! Chapter 1 ?Please don?t hurt me,? she pleaded.?Ugh!? the woman grunted as the goon slapped her on theback of her head. His breath smelled of garlic and onions.She was dressed in a long white cotton robe. She was nakedunderneath, having been ?prepared?. Marco got up and went to his jacket, producing a comb. He took a long time running it through his hair. How fucking narcissistic. Who did that in the middle of a sex session?Brianna looked over at me and hid a laugh.‘Right boys. Spit-roast time. Marco in my mouth, and Andy in my pussy. Think you can manage that?’We both agreed we could. She went down on all fours on the floor and I pushed my dick against her pussy lips, slowly rubbing it up and down. I watched as Marco put his cock in.