I was carrying the laundry basket and got to the stairs when I got hit in the face with the remote. Clothes went flying everywhere as I dropped to the...floor. Emma giggled as Tom pulled himself out of her and walked over to me. He was dripping with precum, Emmas juices and his own to the point that it was leaving stains on the carpet. Do it baby Emma said licking her lips smiling as Tom picked me up by my neck and threw me into the coffee table. I cried out in pain as he grabbed my neck again.. Sarah looked at Cliff. ‘What do you think?’ ‘I’ll have to think about it,’ he replied distantly. Sarah silently studied the depths of the coffee cup, her face intent, speculative, as if seeking some answer within the dark liquid before her, perhaps another echo of the pleasures from that draught that she had drained last night. Cliff’s indecision surprised her, that he would hesitate to take up Coverly’s offer after last night’s little orgies with Vi was baffling. Certainly their little. And that includes the extra sixteen weeks which I so nearly got poor Sandra to serve. Before they put me in here I made a brief statement, saying I accepted my punishment as just and fair, and promising to be a model prisoner or face the consequences. I have never regretted or ceased to stand by a word of that!Not all the women here have influential parents who can pull strings. Any of them in my position would have to do the whole stretch and have no hope of any remission. And what is good for. I dont know , never had one''''come here look ''it didnt took long before he help me on it dimming the light and getting the oil outi felt so shy him trying to remove my boxer''oh,.,,you shy ? i dont want your cloth to have oil stain, look at have this here ''he had other white underwearhe slide my boxer and he exclaimed loud''god so much hair i dont like this''''we need to fix that ''''what? ''plirrrrt splurttttt''hey wait mister ''''shhhhhhhh ''clonggggmy neck? wtf is thisi was neck snaped.