CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XXXVI.- CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP

I just discovered what I had been unaware of for years, and it had even slipped my mind - my father-in-law was a pedophile who fucked children!

That was a rule that could never be broken, and yet it was being broken all the time.

He had been given the power to sodomize anyone, but without forcing them and not touching minors under 16, and he was ignoring it.

I went to his house when he wasn't there to carefully examine his agenda, and I noticed that his involvement with minors wasn't an isolated incident, but rather a recurring pattern, even though I had seen him rarely.

I love him, but this can't be left as it is.

I took out the yellow agendas, photocopied them, and put them back in their place.

I don't know what to do; I'm confused.

I remembered the 7 Templars, who had given him that power and made it clear what rules couldn't be broken, and this was one of them.

But how do I contact them?

Let's think, since I only went once, and it was with Santi the day we got drunk and ended up there, but... if Santi were here...

I recalled that the date was the first Saturday in December, and we were at the end of November, so I still had time.

However, that annual meeting was held in a different mansion each year, lost in the middle of nowhere, and it was impossible to discover without knowing someone from the brotherhood.

But... wait... I do know someone, my own father-in-law, who would surely attend that meeting.

I could follow him by car, although it's too risky because I might lose him at any moment on the way.

Now that I'm divorced and don't have a current partner, I'll talk to him and ask him to take me as a slave companion to that event.

I know it's not very ethical, but less ethical is what he's done and continues to do, so either I go to the police or I go to the 7 Templars first, and they will have a way to punish him.

I talked to him and told him that I'm ready to be fucked by whoever makes themselves masters that night, and if he takes me to the event.

He got a hard-on because, if there was someone he had made go through all the facets, it was me, making me the perfect candidate.

My father-in-law told me that on December 3rd, Saturday, I had to be at his house at 7 pm, and we would leave from there, and to dress normally because they had everything necessary.

The day arrived, and I went with a jacket where I had previously hidden the photocopies of the yellow agendas that contained everything.

We left and arrived an hour and a half later.

My father-in-law went up to the Presidency Room to get fucked by the 7 Templars, and I managed to escape from the dressing room and started exploring the rooms on the upper floor where the 7 Templars were supposed to be.

I didn't know where it was, but suddenly I heard a brief scream from a man, AAAAAHHHH, it was my...