"This is for your own good, I hope you know that" You look back at me and nod your understanding. "Mhmm hmmm" you mutter behind your soft lips.I raise...my hand up again and come down a little harder. *Slap* I can see you contort your face a little as this one leaves behind a nice hand print, pink fingers stretch across your ass cheeks. I take my hand and gently rub your ass, I slightly tease your asshole as my fingers wander a little further down.My fingers spread down around your tight little. If she pays, maybe it goes away, or maybe it still goes on sale. It is the vilest kind of intimidation and extortion.” I said.“This case really incenses you doesn’t it,” the Psych Chick demanded. “You do know that Hammer is just the face of it. Even if we put him away, the thing just moves somewhere else with a new face.”“Yeah, I know that. It just feels good to see a few of them doing time. They probably get raped in the joint. Call it street justice, administered in a politically correct. His reply was yes and he led me to his room. Once there, he pulled out a copy of Fiesta. We looked through it together and commented about the pictures. We got to the rear and that was where the reader's wives section was. There were some old fat women there. We turned the page and there was a turtle one for the ladies. There was a naked man in his thirties. We both looked and Adam said, "How does he wank? He's got no foreskin." Easy," was my reply, "I am circumcised, too." Show me," said. This wasn't anything like I envisioned as possible." It's not your fault," I told her. She glanced at Sister Catherine and Abigail. "Starting off with two wives?"Sister Catherine's expression was dark rage; Sister Abigail's was light-hearted mirth. Sister Abigail spoke. "You know, you're kind of cute in a butch sort of way? Wanna threesome with Cat and me?"Ellie looked startled and confused. "Ellie, they're gay," I explained. "Brother Brooks and his congregation don't know what to do with them..