My asshole was burning like hell and the cold cream lubricating my asshole wasn’t of any use.He kept on banging me for at least 30-40 minutes, befor... flooding inside my asshole. His dick automatically slipped out, as soon as it went limp. He sat on the ground. I too followed him, keeping a hold on the wall. I kept my head on the wall and tried to relax.I dozed off or went unconscious I am not sure. But when I got up I saw his wrist watch which was telling 3:30 pm. I told him that I should go,. “Sergeant”“Sir?”“If you ever torture a man to that extent without permission again, yours will be the head in the dirt. Understood?”“Yes, sir, it did get a little out of hand”“Yes, if he had actually been innocent then I’d be justifying to the council why the rule of law allows such methods. Since he was guilty of treason against the new regime, they will not challenge it I think”The message was sent and the next few days were spent guarding the prisoners, whilst keeping them in reasonable. After two surgeries, and the long, painful recoveries that followed, Dr. Peterson still requested that I come back every three months for cleanings and checkups. And trust me, perio cleanings aren't exactly a walk in the park with the Queen.But a year ago, my attitude toward these appointments changed. That was when Dr. Peterson hired Molly McKay, and she began doing my cleanings. The forty-five minutes of water blasting, grating, and picking was still uncomfortable, no matter who was. .." He trailed off and I knew what he meant and he helped me sit up and I took off my shirt and a whole bunch of glass fell out. "Yeah..." He picked up the glass, trying to keep his eyes off of my breasts and stood up, taking the broken glass over to the garbage bin and I stood up carefully, seeing that there wasn't too many bruises, just on my cheeck and lip and I had a bit of a black eye. All the blood was gone because Matt had cleaned it up and I looked at my breasts and turned around to.