I say: " Shut up asshole...."!!! 666 didn´t stop...i kick his legs, push him to the floor...666 is denied by "his mates" because he disturbs others´...ime in the cell, so he is isolated, nothing can be left with a chance he could use to sufocate, so he sleeps in a bed, with nothing, direct to the bed-of-ciment as pinched bricks, a rough place to he lays on when he can´t get standing up anymore, and fall..i cuffed, chained and my assistant ( another girl-officer ), help to make him walking on the. They strode out of the locker room like the Greek Adonises they were, theirround nubile forms swimming in their big heavy padding like it was designedto accentuate every mark of masculinity in their soft wonderful bodies.God I could just imagine the way their huge breasts jiggled under all thatpadding as they collided and wrestled. There was something so masculine, sosexy about the two beefcakes with their hands all over each other. Wehadn't even started yet and already I was drooling.The girl. I enjoy mouth vacuuming hermessy gash even more because of that.” “Norman, that’s excellent. You’re fortunate to have awife that’s pleased so easily?”“Yes I am. Again, your intuitiveness is amazing. She knowsI’m too much of a gentleman and love her too much to accuseher of cheating, so I say nothing, but accept her rubbingher slimy muff in my face. I guess that’s her way ofletting me know, in a subtle way, I’m not man enough to. “Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce.