There were four male guards lining up on each side of the court, each with a heavy paddle in their hands. Hanging on the walls were other torture imp...ements such as bull-whips, and also thick incense sticks. There were also pokers being burnt to a white hot in a furnace.The young lady was accused of having sex affairs with another young man and plotted the death of her husband by poisoning him.The magistrate interrogated her, “Tell me: who's the young man you had sex with, and how did you. The dance-beat of Terri's bobbing head grows quicker and her nipples and areolas have become completely taut and, turning her freckled little teeny breasts into conical pyramid shapes. This is caused by the feeling of gagging as dad enters her throat and the hairy weight of his testicles, moist with sweat, jiggling against her chin. Because of the harder, deeper rhythm, her saplings of mammaries often touch dad's legs and he likes it even though he would deny it.When the beat slows down again. He stepped over to a drawer and pulled out a pad and roll of surgical tape. I struggled in my ropes, trying to free myself. But he knew what he was doing, for all the ropes were too tight. He came back over to me. I said to him that this wasn't what I had in mind, and that he should release me so I could show him. He chuckled and said that this is what he wanted, and that soon I would learn to enjoy it too. He said that slaves were meant to be seen and admired, not heard. He then shoved the pad. He moved his arm, pulling his hand to her side, sliding it down to her hip. He moved to her mound and pushed his middle finger between her legs. Instinct made her knee bend, to give him room.He sliced a finger into her furnace-hot, slippery tunnel. Something was different, but her obvious preparedness pushed that aside.She was ready right now!He’d wake her up the right way, the way he hadn’t been able to wake his lover up for years.Less than a minute later, he slowly pushed his fat daddy prick.