Program: morning punishment, warm-up exercises, two hours in the pillory, public whipping or beating by riding crop, hard labor in chains under whip... two hours in the pillory, whipping or beating with a riding crop, imprisonment in the darkness in shackles Feeding: warm water + old bread ImprisonmentImprisonment in the basement of the facility is due to a conviction for wrong doing. No clemency provided ever, cold steel beds, damp chill, cold stone floors and walls solid wire. ”Suddenly he wanted this, wanted to come for her,wanted what he was sure would follow. He dipped hisfingers into the near-liquid butter and wrapped hishand round his cock. “Yes Paul, do it, make yourself come for Marsha.” Shepressed up against his knees and stared down at hishand and his cock. Paul looked down too, at hercleavage, and wished she’d ask him to slip his cock inbetween her fifty-four year old tits. That thought didit. He began to pump slowly at his cock, gripping ittight, thinking. ”She squeezed my cock and purred. “Mmm, now that's what I'm talking about. Gimme that bbc, baby.”I took a deep breath and offered up my last hope for salvaging my decency. “But here's the thing. I'm married. That may not mean anything to you, and it wouldn't to most men in this situation. But not only am I married, but I'm in an open marriage. My wife and I are polyamorous. That means –““Perfect! That means you can fuck me and nobody gets butt-hurt over it. Let's find a place to pull. May 10th board exam was over & there was a marriage of one of my uncles in our village. Manas uncle was around 35 years old at that time. He is a good person with a very good job as an engineer in Rourkela Steel Plant. But he always had health issues. Anyways, we were very close since I was a kid. The girl he was marrying (soon to be my aunt) was Manju. I had never seen her before the marriage & even on the marriage day itself, since I was busy running various errands from organizing the Barat.