I was not happy, but daddy soon put things in perspective by showing me a letter forwarded to him through his CO from the FBI. The letter warned him t...at the FBI and city police in Washington, D. C. had arrested six young men on their way to Ft. Belvoir with a car full of weapons and a map showing how to get from D. C. to Ft. Belvoir. At the top of that map was scribbled our address.School had only been in for two weeks when the movers showed up on a Saturday morning. We had already packed up. For her legs were wide open and her feet secured to keep them that way.Looking to right and left she saw four other young women, all similarly bound and similarly awakening to the horrors of a new and ghastly life away from family, friends and kindness. She must be dreaming this! Her recent fantasies had made her sleeping mind conjure up this grim vision. In a few minutes she would wake up.A man appeared. He was large, he was bearded and he was holding a leather whip. A five bladed Slave Whip!. My eyes are glued to their bodies, how they move together. It's then I realize, I'm not turned on because my son is getting fucked, I'm turned on wishing I was getting fucked in place of my son. Harper was in so much pleasure, his entire body was trembling from the fucking he was receiving. His head turned toward me. He had his eyes closed tight as his teeth bit into the pillow. He was smiling, he was loving every second of this. I looked back at Colby and my eyes meet his eyes. He was watching. I had been talking to her cousin Billy and we had a lot in common. I was about to find out we had more things in common than I thought.Someone asked Billy to go to his place and get some music for the party. Apparently he had a good sized collection of albums and he asked if I wanted to come pick some out. We headed to his place a couple miles away. We went in and the first thing I saw was a full wall of shelves from floor to ceiling and about 20 ft across, filled with albums. It was organized.