"OW!"The exclamation drew observers into the room. I was sitting in the chair, rubbing my knees, with both hands. I heard the Government agents enter....The looks they gave me were inquisitive."I got stung ... or bit ... or something ... and tried to stand up. I forgot about shoving the chair back. Whacked my knees something awful."The FBI, already convinced that they were the most intelligent group of men on the planet, looked at me like they were surveying a sub-species."Idiot," was heard from. Had that really happened? As long time fans of mine know, I've had my share of naughty and random experiences but I just had just been caught masturbating and then fucked by a cop in hotel quarantine. After drying off, I put on a pair of black speedos and had just lied down on the bed when someone walked in to my room. Looks like the age old courtesy of knocking doesn't exist in hotel quarantine.My cock hadn't softened at all and there was no hiding it in a speedo as I jumped to my feet and. And its all my fault. It all started with the typical party. But before we go into that, I think you should have some background me. I come from a pretty rich home and I had caviar fed to me from s silver spoon from the time I was seven. My dad was the owner of an airplane company and my mom was a socialite. I was the only child, thank fucking god. I don’t do all that sharing and caring bullshit. I wasn’t particularly close with my parents, but when they died, I kind of went on a downward. Eating was yet another challenge to be explored and overcome."Whew," Betty said, withdrawing the drill and bit carefully awayfrom Michelle?s face. "Glad that?s over. Witchie, you all right?"Michelle opened her eyes and nodded, softly whistling her thanks to herlovely, perspiring friend as the two heard soft applause from somewhere offin the night.An hour later, the young guard returned to get the power tool, suspectingthe two ?slaves? might have used it to drill off their chains. (Michelleand.