Burned. Tortured. Mutilated.Under hypnosis, Norville alluded to ‘an abandoned building — my playpen.’ Weeks later, a Wichita agent was able to p...npoint it. Three miles west of town — a bike ride — there was a former veterinarian’s hospital. He had died and his partner / wife moved the practice into town. She had never enjoyed the ‘large animal’ aspect that catered to farmers.She sold most of the furnishings, but the building itself hadn’t found a buyer. Still on the market fifteen years later.. The she tenderly caressed them, squeezing them and running the tips of her fingers against my hard nipples. My breaths were shallow. I watched as Janice bent down and took my left nipple between her lips, gently suckling before switching to the right.Her hands slid down, cupping my ass as she continued to kiss and suck on my breasts. My hips were gyrating now, grinding against Janice’s body.We fell on to the mattress, she wasted no time straddling me, she leaned forward to share another kiss.. You will call me ‘Master’ at all times. Now what was your name, slave?”Scott reined in the rage and despair in his heart, focusing on just answering the General’s question. “My name is Scott. Master…” He nearly gagged on that last word. “Master, please let my wife and her sister go. They’re just innocent girls. Please.”The General popped another morsel into his mouth. Idly he reached over, rubbing Amy’s tits as she continued to eat while sliding her pussy down on the fuck-machine. “No, no, no.. I prefer to be alone as this is what makes me happy nowadays. I left my girlfriend because boring relationships are not something I can handle for long. Get up in the morning, coffee, work, go home, dinner, fuck a pussy for 15 minutes. Repeat. I tried to spice things up, but girls around here are narrow-minded. I am not angry with that, it's their choice, but it's also my life, so I usually leave.So, back to my aimless walk. I could say I needed some air, but that's not true. The air was sticky.