You quietly laugh when you hear me moan.“You thought that you could punish me, didn’t you, my pretty little fucked up angel?” you say, as you sl...de three fingers inside my pussy and twist.“Instead, I’m going to punish you.”And with that, you slide your fingers in and out of me, and tease my clit, while you continue to mangle my ass with the palm of your hand. When I am raw and red, you stop. You roughly grab my hips and pull me onto the bed so that I am on my belly. I pretend to be angry,. I looked nervously at the other twomen who were doing the same thing. None of us had any idea whatto expect.There were a couple of officers standing on each side of us; theofficer closest to me was named Philips. I tried striking up aconversation with him but he firmly told me to keep quiet until Igot inside.After sitting around for about ten minutes another officer with abushy mustache came out of the courtroom and called out a name.One of the men in our group stood up and the officer. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then establish your new homes deep inside their bellies."The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they knew what direction this speech was going."This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are large and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons. Allah made the women of this. Moments passed and he started to calm. Perhaps sleep would simply overtake both of them now, it had been a busy, trying day for sure. He could feel the cool breeze from the window and with it came the wonderful sounds of and early summer night in the country. He had his head under control. He could handle this for sure. He prided himself in being a responsible human being. Then, her young hand moved over in the dark, explored and found his. It was just her hand. Her hand was warm. It felt.