"And you ain't a real cop!"I leaned over him and smiled at him sweetly, as if I was about to admit that I had just been pulling his leg. Then I reache... down and grabbed his thigh the same way Gator had grabbed mine. Only I pinched all the way to the bone, and then I rubbed the bone.Dave squirmed and thrashed so hard I thought he would hurt poor Gator. I had to grab his left arm to keep him from hitting me accidentally. He wasn't trying to fight back. He was in far too much pain to mount any. Another test, he thought, reaching out and groping her buttocks as she went up the stairs in front of him. Looking back he called, “Chris, are you coming to watch?”“Yes Master, if it is allowed?” came the reply.“Of course. Whenever I use your wife you can watch if you are free, and if you want to do so. I expect that will happen several times a week provided we are all three happy with it.”Chris came bounding up the stairs and followed David into the bedroom where Gillian had already discarded. He is, and has always been, a good, solid, moral man. He has always been there to protect and defend us; he has been a good provider and we have never suffered want. We are lucky to have him as the head of our household. He has been a good, kind husband to me."But we are farmers, and I guess that is another way of saying, we are practical and realistic people. Maybe things are different for rich folk, or members of the aristocracy, as they always are in those novels you've been reading."I read. He wasn’t huge but tough looking and unattractive. He had been detained on a house-breaking charge, and felt sure that he would be put away for five-nine years, after his court case. Blake, the other inmate, was a slim youngster of twenty, and rather attractive. He had been caught attempting to steal a vehicle, and was told by Aaron, the expert in these matters, that he would be put away for three-six months as a result. There was a strange dynamic between my two cellmates. They had been locked.