I spoke at length about the ills of society that have happened ever since we stopped disciplining our wives and children. Once I had them convicted of...their duty, I told them about what was going to happen that evening. Kent and Kelli would arrive at the end of our meeting. We would demonstrate for Kent how to properly discipline his wife.The five elders and I entered my office. Kent and Kelli were waiting. I gave my talk again about the importance of proper discipline in the home. I asked. It looked like a set out of a grand, cinematic epic, right down to the outbuilding and the horse stables. The garden, about the size of a football field, was more modern: swimming pool and cabana, two tennis courts, and a pond and stream where Sid raised his prize race horses.Not tonight, though. Tonight Desirée was going to stay until the Buchanans put her and Mark to bed. Until the last dog is hung, until the last drink was--"Marhaba!" came a booming voice, and Desirée nearly. Our lips and mouths were making a lot of noise, which caused Carol to open her eyes and start watching us.Although I was kissing Sandy, I was glancing over to see if Carol was about to get mad at us for being so loud and sloppy with our kiss. She watched us for a moment and then got a smile on her face as she started to unbutton her blouse. She wasn’t mad at me, so my focus went back to Sandy, who had her right hand on the back of my neck holding our faces together. We separated our mouths to. The woman from the North he had forced into his harem 6 weeks ago. With a pang he remembered how it had felt when that night he had claimed the ownership of her body. Her sobbing and moaning impaled by his shaft in her most private spot. Knowing that whatever way she had been involved with in the bomb-plot the only thing she could do now was give him pleasure and bear his children and never to teach human rights in university again. Afterwards he had only seen glimpses of her as Idriss, his.