..Henry added that this black bastard was banging Anita hard and he was really treating her like a piece of trash and smacking her, as he was telling ...er what a married bitch slut she was.The black guy had seen Henry looking at him as he banged Ana; so he invited my friend to take pictures so that he could show her husband, me, what his slut was doing while more people in the parking lot were watching at her.The bastard even asked Henry if he wanted some. He insisted saying that Ana would. “Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said. At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling. “So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed during that dark period in our history. And why you may ask do we have a museum dedicated to such atrocities? Because we do not wish. The first time had been out of sheer curiosity, I wanted to know what girl's underwear felt like compared to my plain white Y fronts. So when everyone left the house when I was 15 and a horny teen anyway I made my way to the clothes hamper and grabbed a pair of my sister's underwear and then ran back to my room. My finger clasping her dirty things were trembling but locking my door I stripped down naked. At the time I was just starting to fill out so I still had a bit of a slim girlish build. " I have never considered that," he nodded. "Yes it has possibilities, Icould even increase the daily hours to sixteen, give up foodaltogether, other than high energy snack bars and drinks. If I didthat for three months I could take the rest of the year off." That would mean you could sleep in a coffin in a pretty grave yard inthe country and have a nice rest. If you want to take up healthyleisure activities you could book in at a hospital and have a week ofECGs and scans."He shook his head..