" I could kick it in, if you like," Wolfgang shrugged. "For old time's sake." Hmph," the man turned away, limping back to his easy chair and the footb...ll match on his small television. He was older, in his fifties, and thin with thick white hair on top of his narrow skull. He dressed like a peasant, Wolfgang thought, wearing old tweed trousers and a flannel shirt, with wide suspenders rather than a belt.Wolfgang closed the door behind him and turned the bolt. He glanced around the modest. It was now endurance that had to be figured into this training and Shannon sat on the side of the bed inserting one new item up my ass after another, working it in and out over a period of time that gradually lengthened. But there were moments when I doubted my ability to take his cock up my ass when the time came. I had created the whole scenario in my head when I would I would spring it on him. Each new item introduced up my perplexed asshole made me seriously doubt this gift but I lay there. He quickly wrote down the time stamp and scrawled a note about what he'd heard. Scott had already stood up and walked over to him. Jeremy cued up what he'd heard, and then handed the DVR to Scott.Scott put on the headphones and listened. After a few seconds, he heard Karl whisper, "K2 spike," on the recording. Immediately thereafter, he could hear a faint sound that resembled a woman laughing."Karl, did you have a K2 spike anywhere except outside Candy's room?" Scott asked."Nope," he replied. Joanne began moaning and writhing her hips trying to get Jim to touch her shaven haven. She realized what all the planning was for and that one of her most secret fantasies was about to come true. Joanne had always dreamed that one of her lovers would tie her and make slow love to her until she had to beg him to stop. Jim knew that Joanne had realized what he had in store for her as she started moaning and writhing her hips trying to get him closer but he was far from done. He slid the feather.