The last time Bruce had tricked me, he took me over to his sisters house where he and his drunken uncle had taken advantage of me. Bruce had lied to m... saying that he would teach me wrestling moves and how to fight back. This rouse worked tell Bruce had me beneath him and my legs spread around his body. Bruce's grown uncle was sleep in one of the bedrooms and came out after Bruce had entered my tender bung and caught us in the act. Snatching me up by my foot, his uncle finished what Bruce had. Ronnie's mood lifted; everything he'd seen so far was good. The black figure started down one side of the street. He moved swiftly and with confidence. He knew that if anyone saw him, the confident air was important. If he were reported, his cover story was that he'd been out for a stroll or even a late night jog. He carried a wallet and his ID to allay any police he might run into. He also had has cell phone.The third house he checked was as quiet as the rest, but he noticed that one of the. ” The other SWAT officers shrugged or nodded. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Agent Peterson swore. “Who the fuck is this guy! Heinrich, let's go and get this asshole.” “Uh, sir, he's at the door,” a female agent pointed. She was wearing the same windbreaker as Agent Peterson. “Shit!” Peterson swore and drew his service weapon, pointing it at me. The female agent, presumably Agent Heinrich, drew hers as well. “Hands on your head, get down on the floor!” “Put your guns away!” I snapped in anger. Guns. “Could this really be happening to me?” she thought. He stood her at the foot of her marital bed and pulled out some toys and tools from his bag. Jaylyn’s eyes went wide and her heart started racing with fear and excitement as she saw what he intended to use on her body. “What’s wrong darling? Do these instruments of pleasure intimidate you?” He drew out the words for added emphasis. “Do I intimidate you?” Jaylyn looked down at the assortment of ropes, clamps, probes, whips, riding crops,.