Ended their days on this soil.There were intellectuals, political prisoners too, hundreds of them during the Cultural Revolution, those marked as “r...visionists.” I read a story that said that so many intellectuals were executed that eventually soldiers started to throw the “state enemies” off the roof of the jailhouse so the army could ration ammunition...I’d been online for hours, digging farther and farther down into a death penalty rabbit hole.It was getting late, and although I’d taken a. We went inside for a wash up and refreshments, the first chance I was alone with Raul, I asked him “what the hell happened out there? Was it planned or was it the effect of alcohol?”He looked at me seriously saying “oh, I hope you do not mind that? The only reason I did not ask for your approval, is, me knowing you very well, don’t tell me you expected me to feel jealous of another man fucking you in front of me, or along with me?”I laughed saying “No, of course not, you and I know that there. George groaned as he stuck in his nine-and-a-quarter-inch, Black dick inside the sissy, “Oh! Fuck!”“Owwwwww, daddy,” whined Lennox.“Fuck my faggot ass!”“Yeah! Take this big Black dick!”George had nutted majestically. He wanted more, but he was skeptical.Back in the present, George went to his patrol car to drive around the city. He could not help but think of fucking boipussy.The night ended. It was not that eventful. George messaged Lennox. They went back and forth for a few minutes. Lennox. Albert's Benevolent Society. Do you think you might find it worth your while to help?" I would like to, Lady Wilkes, but I know almost nobody," Rose answered. "I am American, too."The old woman gave her a smile. "Believe me, I was less suited for the duty when my late husband first tasked me with it. Are you planning to live in London?" We are not fully decided," Rose temporised. "My husband is looking into opportunities with His Lordship's help." Should not be too difficult. Come to think of.