1. The Second Place Sister: Ch. 10


    Date: 5/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bondage and restriction, Female Domination, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Author: Hamlin, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Tori to make money? Is that what the agent was saying? John steeled himself, controlled his breathing, and finally faced the agent again. “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, sir,” Oliver said. “You're sure,” John asked. “I can only go where the evidence takes me,” “What do you want from me?” “I don't want anything from you,” Oliver said, “I wanted you to have the truth, and ask you to keep your eyes open for anything that might help us. Right now, what we have is a shadowy conspiracy that's difficult, if not impossible to pin down. They're connected at some of the highest levels, and the amount of money involved here is immense. I know that what I'm telling you is probably hard to believe, but let me assure you that I'm going to bring them down,” He reached into his pocket and pushed another photograph across the desk. The girl was very pretty, with dark brown hair and big friendly eyes. “My niece. Allison.” John handed the photo back. “Allison loved music. She was good. Very good. Musicians, well, they can be a mixed crowd. She fell in with some of the bad ones, and got into drugs. It wasn't long before she was arrested with heroin. The judge ordered her to rehabilitation at the NewYou Clinic, and that's when the diagnosis came. Adolescent Hypersexual Disorder. According to the therapists at NewYou, her drug problem was only a side effect of a rare, repressed psychological disorder,” John saw the parallels very clearly. “It was three months before Allison came home, at the ...
    end of the court-mandated sentence. She was...different. Do you know what Allison does now?” John shook his head. “She works in the adult film industry as Anal Allie,” “I'm...I'm sorry,” John said. Oliver shook his head, saying, “I'm not asking for sympathy. I just want you to know that I know what it's like. I've been where you are, almost,” “Then, everything that's been happening to Tori...it's all been...” “A lie? Bullshit? Manufactured? I'd stake my career on it,” John sat back in the chair, trying to muddle through it. He couldn't. He didn't want to. Stephanie was involved in this? Why? “What do you want me to do?” John asked. “Just keep your eyes open. If we're ever going to bring them down, then we need evidence,” “Alright,” “And Mr. Hamlin,” Oliver said, standing and reaching across the desk, “I'm sorry,” John shook his hand. He was cold as he turned to leave. He left the building on autopilot, and when he reached his car he got behind the wheel and just sat. How did one even begin to process what he'd just learned? Several times he started the engine, and then turned it back off. He couldn't make his body work. Driving the vehicle took too much thought. He didn't know how much time passed, but as the summer sun crossed the sky, John Hamlin put his face in his hands and cried. *Truth, Stranger than Fiction* It was after dark when John's car pulled into the driveway. He parked in the garage, shut off the engine, and stared at the door to his home. Over the last month, ...
«12...101112...4243»