Even when Gramma gave me that old laptop as my very own, I used the sticks for my journals. Encrypted. Pull my fingernails, but I have a password that...s gonna take an NSA computer to pick out, and my stuff is private.I'm writing this into one of those sticks. It's Monday after one of the weekends I've waited all my life for. That's also one of those weekends that I thought would happen to ME right after the six o'clock news reported that the main streets of Hell were plagued by rolling. She would be burned alive, like a witch or a heretic; taken to a place of execution, tied to a stake, surrounded by oil-soaked logs and set ablaze. Marguerite shuddered involuntarily and stuck herself with the needle.Just then, someone knocked on the door to their chamber. Penny opened it, and Sir Robert de Thibouville came in.“Father!” Marguerite exclaimed and leaped to her feet, throwing her arms around the man.“Marguerite,” he said as his tears fell freely. “My child.”Sir Jean stood and. Janice still pounding the fuck out of Pamela's upturned cunt as she actually slavered like a dog would as it fucked its bitch. Bob fared little better as Jim thrusts with hard powerful strokes just like a stallion would but neither Bob nor Pamela were complaining.Janice was the unfortunate one for the more she fucked like a dog the more she got turned on but still unable to cum; Bob's arse pounding was not too bad because Jim's cock was massaging his prostate gland and he actually managed to. “Just leave me alone, Tom,” he warned one more time, but Tom was angry now. He advanced on Danny who took up a defensive stance.Tom’s first haymaker was an easy one to dodge and Danny went in close, hammering Tom’s short ribs. He retreated immediately thereby avoiding another roundhouse swing. The crowd around them got excited. This was looking like some real fight.“We can still stop this, Tom,” Danny warned.“You prick!” Tom snarled and attacked again. This time Danny shuffled to the left and.