I remember the fun they had when I screamed. I just could not help it and neither I was I able to control my bowels. Which gave them one more reason t... use the hose.That went on for some time. They used the whip and cane to break the skin in my back once it had healed. Meanwhile they used the wire and they just wanted me to lose the control of my bowels so that they could wash me with the hose. I still do not know how I did not lose my mind. All this came to end then the wires short-circuited. The email had said to dress for a party. I was wearing a pair of white dress slacks, a red satin short-sleeve shirt, red socks and black dress shoes.While I had been looking through my sock drawer, I found an old bottle of highly overpriced cologne I had bought when I was with Clara. After months of her nagging me, I gave in and spent the money. It was my bad luck to pick the day we broke up to get it.I was so mad at the time that I threw the unopened bottle in the back of my sock drawer where. I also knew that by now Utah was probably crawling with Dad's men, providing behind the scenes protection for Megan and the girls. I probably didn't need to worry about them.By the time I got off the phone with Megan and the girls, we were ready to go. Yeah, we. I'm sure you're as surprised as I was that all the girls, everyone, was going with me. I mean, duh! There's just no use in arguing with things like that. To make it worse, Christina and Valerie announced triumphantly that their Daddy,. I didnt think he was going to leave this one behind. He was not going to finish with her for a while yet. So I was waiting for the fun to start. The scene was almost set. This cunt was still thinking of herself as a person. Hell, so was I if you listened to me talking about her. John was going to turn her into a piece of meat. I stood a little closer so I could watch the proceedings better. Two sturdy poles were planted into the dry African soil, a few meters apart. Spanning the length between.