Two hours later Camille wakes up, there is a book on her night table. She doesn’t recognize it. As she picks it up she realizes what book it is, Jus...ine by the Marquis de Sade. She instantly knows it is a valuable edition; the biding and cover look 16th century. Her hands are trembling. As she looks inside, she gasps, it’s a first edition. She is speechless. Was it a gift from her boyfriend? As she scrolls through the book, she finds a letter. She opens it.Dear Camille,We hope that you have. ’I was sorry I’d awakened my wife, Jan, but I was grateful for the hot coffee awaiting me on the table. I kissed Jan’s deliciously night scented neck and apologized. “I guess you heard me closing the door and stuff.”“No, the smell of your fart in the bathroom did that.”I slapped her ass (still naked under the robe) and sat to my coffee. It still hadn’t gotten light. It was 4:30 AM and I told Red I’d pick him up at 5:30. It was only an hour or so to Flathead after that, but parking fills up. As she spoke she dropped what looked to Hannah like a short extension cord from up her sleeve. She took hold of both ends of the cord in one hand and stepped towards the prone girl.“Oh God PLEASE!” Becky screamed as she saw what was about to happen. The leader of the inmate justice squad drew her hand with the cord back and swung it forward hard.“AAAIIIEEEE!” Becky screeched as the cord sliced through the air and landed on her tender ass flesh. instantly a bright red, angry welt began to appear. He tapped the top of my head and I went right to my knees as I was taught to. he was stroking his cock watching me disrobe. I reached up took his hard cock in my hand stoking it as I took the head in my mouth.Sucking slurping blowing him as I did almost every day.. As I sucked his cock he asked "did you like the topping Michelle" I pulled off his cock looking up at him with drool hanging from my lips nodding my head and smiling. "Get ready for a fresh load slut" I took his cock all the way.