The guards remained cordial, almost pleasant. They were not permitted to bring him food. They tolerated Khozem’s screaming. These screams were mostl... curses. The guards reclined on swivel chairs, reading the newspapers or playing cards. These guards thought of putting the tin can over him but instead ignored his insults.Khozem collapsed in the middle of the cell, plaintively calling Rashida’s name. He refused to believe she was dead. He suspected a conspiracy to imprison both of them in. And since his family is rich he is treated bythe less fortunate as if he is a snob." How do you know all about this?" Jamie confided in me," replied Michelle. "He doesn't want to do it,but he sees no other choice." How do they select their victim and what happens before, during andafter the attack?" asked Leslie, already formulating a plan to trap thebashers."All of the bashers and Jamie will attend a party. Sometime during thenight Thorpe or McCarty will come up to Jamie and tell him it is. Tucker rode with them as their guard. I suspect he was busier getting his belly scratched than guarding, but that was the girls' fault.Meanwhile, the guys from the lumber company showed up and used their extended fork lift to put the shingles on the roof. We had half the roof cleaned and had put down new tar paper, so Frankie and I picked up the squares and distributed them around. We had to stack the other side's supply up on the peak of the roof, but that was fine.When we started that part,. I repeated this on both cheeks, before feeling how aroused she was again.“Hmm, so who do you think is watching?” I asked running my finger over her lips and clitoris.“I don’t know sir.”“Okay, do you know what the spanking was for, Missy?”“Being silly and feeling guilty, sir.”“And just so you remember that you are mine and I am yours,” I slid my dick into her warm, welcoming folds, just a couple of inches. “That this pussy is mine and the dick in it is yours,” I pushed forward a few more inches..