So he was stuck with two Jane Does, no eye witnesses at either crime scene, no evidence. No nothing. Frustration flowed through Nick and he took a las... deep drag off the cigarette he was smoking. So much for trying to quit this month he thought. It wasn’t going to happen. He dropped it onto the cement and ground it out with his foot. He had been sitting on the steps of the court house for the past twenty minutes, wasting time before he had to go talk to the sheriff who had demanded an update on. The room revealed itself as another cream walled cavity, without windows, a St Andrews cross in black contrasted boldly, chains hung down one wall and a rack of whips, manacles, cuffs and the like was open on the other to her left, an identical lift dangled above them as a centrepiece, spotlights picked out each item in the place, the pillory she remembered well, and there was a leather topped whipping stool,, a rack, and a strange triangular bar, between two uprights, that she had no idea what. Trying to avoid eye contact, but I knew it was inevitable. I sat down and rubbed the back of my neck nervously. I have a million questions running around my mind, Was she mad? Happy? Did she want me to see? Why she started..."Uh... when did you start doing 'this'?" I asked.Samantha sighed and said, "When you first left for the Navy, I was devastated. I've always loved you but I didn't know how to tell you. When you first got your girlfriend, I was angry, and sad. I've been masturbating to you. Smenta and Minty were not sure what they had let themselves in for; I was happily kissing them sucking their nipples and tweaking them too. I drew Tara in to stroke their cracks, one hand sliding up underneath the leg of each of their panties and then slipping further in. From the little jumps they gave I assumed her fingers were invading as well; invading their tight and, so far innocent and unused, crinkly sphincters. They looked at my freed erection and started to contemplate what that would.