All with the same traffic violation (as this was traffic court), get sent home, O.R they called it. But me and the other black man both where sentence...to pay our fines by doing days in county jail in Tent City.I had always been a big guy in my own mind, tough ready to fight and good at it at that.5'10 240 pounds and ready for whatever. So jail, even tho it was my first time, wasn't all that scary. But in truth deep down I was terrified of the the stories and all I had heard from friends and. Andrew sat wide eyed watching them, slowly rubbing his cock through his pants.As he had watched them kiss Andrew had grown so hard he thought he would burst. She had never looked so sexy to him. Her pale skin showing at the shoulders and chest, through the spaghetti straps of her top. The milky white of her thighs over her stockings, and the base of her beautiful ass just peaking out from the soft silk. She looked at him as he rubbed his cock through his pants. Andrew sat rapt as his wife. The lack of heating in this concrete cell was beginning to become a factor as well and she had been shivering, goose pimples running down her body. And still her body produced waste. After three days, her bowels were starting to scream at her. She had pissed herself another couple of times by then, not even bothering to shield her privacy; just resting on the floor and letting the urine cascade down her legs. Suddenly her bowels gave way and a torrent of sloppy shit raged from her backside,. We then drove back to the wood and brought a load of the timber we had cut the previous day to the lengths that Stigand wanted and returned to the village. Whilst Stigand was using the adze and axe, trimming the posts to his requirement, I started splitting the logs.When we had cut up the oak I had cut lengths of sufficient length that with the aid of the axe had shaped about two-dozen wedges. These were to be used to split the pine logs.Once the log started to split by using an axe, a wedge.