Miranda, who had savoured sentencing him, was gleefully handed a silken noose by one of the leather-clad guards; despite Destiny's wicked suggestion a...out no need for lashing which emphasised his bondage, Miranda licked her lips as she slipped the silken noose over the squirming male's head; her pussy buzzing as she pulled it tight about his neck, then the two women tied it tight with a wicked jerk though a ring at the top of the board. The male gasped as his toes now barely touched ground at. I have my booth which is my corner of the word. You wouldn't know I like sex so much as I am telling you, no way!! I wear long skirts, blouses and jackets, I hide my figure, well I try to hide my figure, but with 36C's that it not so easy and I have a very shapely bum. My legs are good, what you can see of them, but then I see how guys work hard on my figure even in my work clothes. My skirts are not too tight, but they do show off my thighs maybe too much, and I just can't do anything about my. She hasn’t dated anyone since you two divorced. I just thought that you should know that,’ concluded Irene. Irene grimaced again when she saw his eyes turn cold. ‘Enough, Irene. Don’t meddle, I won’t put up with that. Don’t try to become a match maker.’ John paused a moment, then continued. ‘Irene, don’t presume on our friendship. Accept that I just am not interested in what she’s doing.’ John then stood abruptly, turned and left, leaving Irene sitting there with her mouth agape. She shook her. I was unshackled and given a dirty piss smelling towel to rub myself dry, I was put in a cell with a dirty mattress on the floor, a carrot was forced into my arse hole and I was told that this, with a cup of water, was my breakfast. I lay there shivering and crying, I did not even have the energy to take the carrot out of my abused arse.No one bothered me for what seemed like a whole day and night: I had been given a thick army trench coat to keep me warm and some bread and thin watery soup,.