Moving along the line, Munroe knew he had to address her once again. Petra stayed in line talking with her new friends. Soon they were given rations, ...nd sat to eat. Surprisingly, the food was not half bad. When they finished eating, the pastor led the group in prayer and volunteer health workers were scheduled to come in. Petra volunteered and helped organize the patrons according to their complaints. Munroe was impressed. Soon everyone had been serviced, and the day was over. She felt good.. That would be the person from the slave advocate agency responsible for monitoring conditions of servitude at Masterson Automotive. By subpoena of Masterson records we learned that this person was a Cheryl Clifford, federally licensed as a slave advocate. Obviously she had not done her job. In fact I had never seen her or heard of her during my time at Masterson. This was, at the very least, gross neglect of duty.We needed more evidence if we were to file charges of wrongful enslavement against. In a way I wish it wasn’t, since I realize it doesn’t reflect too well on me, but I’m afraid it is. That is what happened and it’s more or less how it happened. Not in every single detail. I have made it considerably more wicked and salacious than it truly was. I didn’t plan things quite so cold-bloodedly, for example, and I didn’t do the strip poker trick, and we didn’t do and say all that sick stuff the following morning, but the essence of it is faithful to the reality. In my first term at. His penis was huge, and the skin curled away from it like the peel of a veiny, blood-slick banana, and Lameya loved it. She thrashed and wailed and squirted all over the gentleman’s bruised, burnt and broken form, and just as she was consumed by violent spasms that did not stop at her vaginal walls, the gentleman’s bloody penis burst. Massive amounts of semen flew against the inside of Lameya, and she flexed her vaginal muscles, jerking the penis farther in, milking it for all it was.