Don’t move.”The printer looked down at him with a faint smile on his lips. Sandrine returned with a glass of water and held it for Roger as he dra...k slowly.“A short session today, perhaps, Sandrine,” said the printer. Sandrine laughed and put her hand on the boy’s cheek. “Yes, Master Heathcoate. We’ll just chat for a bit and arrange our next meeting.”With that the printer left them, and Sandrine pulled a second chair close.“Don’t try to talk, Roger. Just relax.”They sat in silence for a few. He may have been conscious, but the ordeal he had suffered had drained all resistance from his body, so restraints were unnecessary.Dr. Orchimedes tended to his maimed scrotum. The experienced surgeon was surprised at how long the prisoner's drug-induced tumescence lasted. Even after he was all stitched up--a smooth, bruised patch of skin where his balls had once hung proudly--the man still had a thick meaty cock. Not stiff enough for penetration, but with a little more stimulation it might be. S were freed and began screaming for them to free him. ‘Shut up!’ Paul hissed, shoving the man’s head under water. ‘Please!’ Lieutenant Glass blubbered. ‘We will! Just shut up, ass hole!’ Paul hissed, slicing through the cords. The moment he was freed, Lieutenant Glass tried to run. ‘Sit on that dumb ass mother fucker, huh?’ Paul ordered two of the men. ‘Can’t we just fucking kill him?’ Dwayne asked. ‘No, man, he’s an American,’ Paul said. He scurried as best he could to the villager’s huts and. “Honey, it takes hours to drive up there… and hours to drive back. That’s a long trip for one day.”She said, “Well, go up and spend the night. I can spend the weekend with Mom. You know we have oodles to catch up on, and even though it isn’t going to be a big wedding, it’s going to be sort of semi-formal, so there’s a lot to do.”Damon shifted his gaze back to Guy. “I’d really like to go, Mr. Peters.”Trisha added, “Yeah Dad, unless you want to stay here and help with the wedding arrangements..