Contact with many of those abused had been made, and each was more than willing to divulge sordid details of thrashings and forced penetrations, bugge...y and sadistic torture. The contacts were more than eager to relay details on their assurance that this was a covert, private investigation free from the public eye, that those who wished to could witness him being punished to confirm to them that this was no elaborate trick on his part, and that they would be immediately freed from the. .”“If he hadn’t been blindfolded, I don’t think it could have happened at all,” Abby said. “Hard to believe your tormentors are serious when they’re all in tears.”“I’m not sure it would have mattered,” Susan said. “Seems to me he was so lost in his own pain, he wouldn’t have noticed if you were all wearing clown makeup.”“Well, that just makes it worse, doesn’t it?”“Yeah...”Abby saw Susan add various mystery ingredients to the milk she was carefully heating up.“Do I want to know what’s in. She was giggling and smiling when she got in the truck and said to me “I don't have much time but I’m so horny. You get me so hot the way you look at me like a dirty old man”With that she unzipped her jeans and slid her hand under her little pink panties while at the same time grabbing my hand and pushing it on her perky tits under her shirt but over her bra. “Do you like that old man?” Yes I stammered a bit, my cock pushing hard against my shorts, with her eyes locked on my boner. I. . Veronica!" she said looking up at my wife."Relax honey, it's just part of the massaging technique" my wife said smiling "Trust me, you need this!"Olivia sat watching her for a moment, and then she relaxed back into her seat again and let my wife fondle her big swollen boobs."See doesn't that feel better?" my wife asked after a moment."Yes, yes it does" Olivia sighed softly.I soon began to realise where this was going, and why she had brought Olivia back to ours, and slowly I moved my hands up.