From side to side... in yourpain... you can now see... the other men... dirty black Inmates...watching you... from their vantage point... and they can...all... clearlysee... the expression on your upturned white face... the grimaces ofpain... and hatred... hatred for the Man standing behind you... rapingyou... and also filled... with self hatred... for letting Him dothis... to you... along with the bright red tinge... across yourface... of embarrassment... humiliation... and shame... but.... So after I got off the phone with Ms. Bergman, I called Charlie and told him about the job I had just accepted. His first response was to ask me if I was crazy and didn't bite on the line when I told him how desperate she was. I then told him what he wanted to hear: he would be paid for 12 hour days, 8 hours regular, 4 hours over time with the move projected to take five to seven days and at the end of the trip he would get a $250.00 bonus.That was good enough for him, except that he wanted. The Knight had fully expected to have some distractions when he arrived home. He hadn’t been to IronWing Manor in a long time, and so much was left undone from his father’s death. He’d even found himself glad for the excuse to return, pleased at the prospect of seeing his old home and seeing to some odds and ends that surely needed his attention. But he hadn’t counted on things being so bad. He expected some work, sure; some overseeing minor changes here and there, some time spent with his. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. She insisted that I put on a crotch shield before trying on some panties. The crotchshield looked like a thin, spotty, day sanitary napkin. She helped me roll down my panties, and helped me adjust the shield. She used her finger to stuff the shield between my labia and tightly against my asshole, before helping me try on three differentsizes of panties. She managed to rub her hands all over my butt and vulva. I even managed to have an orgasm from.