He was producing so much shit that he couldn't be anything else. Judging from my school-life, the world is full of assholes and I'd ordinarily do what...I always did: avoid them. But this case was very different. Bush headed the Government that had kidnapped me and would've experimented me to death, and I'd heard over a dozen legal experts on various channels saying, "The DHS's and CIA's treatment of Mark Anderson was illegal." I couldn't pin my mistreatment on Bush, but I could prove he was. " Yes, yes," said the captain. "Well, while you've been off gallivanting, she and her sister - I believe you've also met Brigid - and a friend of theirs have been visiting the camp."I nodded and watched Suzanne lick her lips and take a breath to poke out her lovely boobs. I wondered if she still had my old shirt. I remembered Brigid too and what we had done in bed that night and next morning, the three of us. My member tingled and my back spasmed."Now, we're moving on and they need to go home,. . forgot to put it out." "Well, well,well. Would you prefer twenty hard ones with that sorority paddle Ibought at the collectibles shop, or an added week with your chastityon?" I shrank up inside. She loved to give me two unwanted choices andthen watch me squirm while I agonized over which one to take. Shewasn't disappointed. I'm always eager to get out of chastity and maybeeven be allowed to cum. But I also can't stand her paddle spankings andam always anxious to avoid them. So both. "If you were to consent to allow me to examine the communications usage on your PC that might go a long way toward clearing this up."Jeff shrugged and took out his PC. "Computer, display last two monthly personal communication statements." Displaying," the PC replied. Jeff handed it to the cop.He took it and examined the screen for a few minutes, scrolling from top to bottom. There truthfully wasn't much to look at. "Nothing at all to or from your wife in the past six weeks," he finally said..