" Angie, dear," he said, "I am not happy with men leading like they do here at Moreno and leaving women out. It's just difficult to leave our farm aft...r all the work we have put into it."I stayed out of things not even approaching the table. Angie saw me and asked, "Do you really let Jennifer make decisions?" It's not 'let, ' it's that she does. If we can, we consult on big decisions but, if we can't, one of us makes the call and the other one of us trusts that decision. At Camp Pen, we have. After ten or eleven good long shocks she removed the wire from her cunt probe and insirted it into the end of her harnessed clit. Again and again she pressed that button, knowing that each time she did a fairly strong electrical charge was sent surging from her budding breasts to her imprisoned cock. Actually it was only a couple of volts, but to her helpless wife it felt like many more. After a bit she reattached the wire to her wives cunt. What was supposed to be a search for a missing boy, namely me, as ill-ordered as it was, turned into a witch-hunt for homosexuals? The number of men within the battalion who had been exposed was a significant number; however, something told me that it was only the tip of the iceberg.The colonel stood for a few moments digesting the information before surprisingly chuckling in private amusement and herded Claus and I back into his room, a venue where ironically another homosexual orgy had taken. ‘Oh, mama!’ he says loudly. ‘Jesus, what a pair! Seriously, Jake, look at these!’ ‘Fucking Christ!’ Leader says. I’m not sure if he’s Jake, or if the Movie Pass Guy is talking to a third person. ‘What the fuck did I tell you about being on a timetable, and about leaving the ones not on the list alone? You want a girl, I’m sure the doc can arrange for you to play with one of the ones we’re bringing along after he’s done with ’em. Now pull her shirt back down, and get back to fucking work! Row D,.