A Court of Enquiry was convened on the Callends of March to carry out a thorough investigation into the events that lead up to the riots. I believe I ...an do no better than include here a verbatim transcript of the evidence of Legionary Publius Bilius Ludo, the only surviving eyewitness. According to his Centurion, this Bilius 'isn't the sharpest point in any Phalanx but a good man in a scrap.' He is certainly an unprepossessing individual and is heavily scarred as one expects from a twelve-year. I closed my eyes again.Almost immediately, someone was calling my name. "John? John? Open your eyes."I managed to open them again. This time the one-to-six people over me was a grey-bearded black guy. He voice was still distorted, but it was more English than gibberish."Very good!" He nodded. "Ok, John, do you understand what I'm saying?" I started to speak and got the pain spikes again. I tried to nod, but that was even worst. "Ok. Let try this: squeeze my hand once." I wasn't even sure where. Kuch chaye pani lao.Rashmi pani la kar boli, namaste vijay bhaiya. Maine bhi namaste keh kar useh ghoor2 kar dekhne laga. Kitni sunder aur sexy lag rahi thi. 5 saal pehle jab useh dekha tab woh sirf chaudah saal ki thi. Ab woh ek dum jawan aur rash malai ban chuki thi. Useh dekhte hi mere mann mein gande2 khayal aane lage.Pani pineh ke baad maine kaha aunty ab mujhe chalna chahiye. Toh aunty ne mujhe kaha, itne dino baad aaye ho, aaj ruk jao, kal chale jaana. aur main bhi maan gaya.Kuch samay. Sometimes I do my bondage thing inside one of the big bunkers. I climb in through the gun port and then go to the hallway that leads to the attached room where they stored the shells and stuff. There are no windows there and very little light gets that far back so it is really dark. I know that doing self-bondage in a hidden place like that is really dangerous because if something goes wrong no one would ever find me, but I have two friends who know about my kink and I have an automatic program.