She said that would be lovely and I lifted the remaining bags into her boot. WHen I had finished she said thanks and jokingly asked if I could help he... carry them into her house. I said I have an hour with a smile on my face a twinkle in my eye and a hard on in my trousers. She said that would be very kind and pointed to a housing estate over the road and said I only live there.I told her I would follow her in my car.When we got to her house she picked up two bags and I got the rest. We carried. They both smelt great but different. They sort of tasted the same both had my cum taste on them. Ah! I knew why. My wife rubbed my cum from her panties onto Ann’s, yes that’s what has happened. “Look how big a cuckold he is, he loves licking other men’s cum from my pants and yours,” I heard her say to Ann. They both giggled. It must have been a work joke. I laughed along but did not get the joke, cuckold. I would get the last laugh. I was due to erupt and it was going to be all over Ann’s. No one eased his pain by killing him despite his pleas.When we returned to our camp, Joseph decided that all would be executed in pain. To be executed meant your head would be removed or you would be stabbed through the heart or you would be hanged. To be executed in or with pain meant it would be slow and painful though you would still be dead. Once that was announced, a gang rape of the women started.Miranda looked at the prisoners hungrily and I remembered her enthusiasm for torturing our. My new intern barely keeping pace as I thrust her my papers before closing the door on her.It had been a hell of a last 48 hours and my feet had barely touched the floor. My office a brief sanctuary to gather my thoughts and take stock of situations, that these days seem to come rather relentlessly.Thankfully, my calendar was much clearer baring another catastrophe, yet, in this role you never knew what car crash was waiting around the next corner.Unsurprisingly, and if on que, my thoughts were.