He flicked to other scenes.She was in some kind of medical chair in the next scene. She was stripped naked, strapped in with her legs up and spread, l...cked in the stirrups. What seemed to be electrodes were clamped to her red distended titties, and Mum was having her clitoris mechanically extended by a device I cannot quite describe. Something similar to the vacuum toys you see on sale now, I'd say.Around her stood three women I was shaken to the core to recognise. One was a stocky, red haired. She has some lessons to learn, not to mention a couple of punishments she's already earned tonight." She racks her brain trying to figure out how many times she earned a punishment tonight. She knew better than to figure he would let them go. "I'm sure she will earn more before the night is over." They chuckle again and she hears them all move to the kitchen to get a drink while they quietly talk. Of course she can't hear what they are saying, only peices of the conversation like "red ass" "big. One particularly well-endowed man fucked your mouth so hard and so deep that you vomited onto the floor. When you refused to lick your vomit up you were slapped across the face. After several slaps failed to entice you into licking up your vomit having your shoulders held down while your head was pulled back and slapped and fucked brought you to your breaking point. Tears streamed down your face as two cocks violated your ass while you used your mouth to clean your vomit from the floor.After. Now at twenty-five, Peter Moore was about to unleash his might to take down the rich and powerful. Although no one would recognize it at the time, this was only a shot across the bow ... a warning to the powerful that they weren’t quite as powerful as they thought.He took a deep breath and started typing.“I understand you’re Kyle Winters.”“That’s right.”Curious, the man looked up at Peter from his effort to remove the bicycle from the rack on the back of his SUV. He wondered why anyone would.