"Ladies," I said guardedly and both sets of adoring eyes turned to me, "I don't know how to explain how Sara was able to follow me around all night, b...t I--"I took a moment and saw their happiness. Fuck being right! Why am I arguing? I don't need to understand these women. They're adults. I didn't drug them or lure them or promise them anything. Let them face the consequences of their expectations. I slid my hand up Sara's back until I had her by the back of the neck. I leaned in to kiss her. He let her get used to the feel of having her pussy filled, then slowly began to withdraw his cock. His next thrust was a bit faster, in and out, and the speed increased with each thrust as her pussy was more and more able to take the huge girth. Melissa found herself involuntarily bucking up against him with each stroke, trying to take his cock deeper and deeper inside her, completely forgetting that she was being raped.Laura, meanwhile, was licking and kissing the female guard’s pussy. Laura. He had a suspicion that the sort of support she required was not found in any employment manual. He really didn’t mind that because it gave him a full night of fun and games with a willing teenager with lots of enthusiasm for following his orders no matter how depraved and all for minimum wage and enough money for a taxi back home when her duties were finished.He already had a nice collection of really dirty panties from his former employees stored inside zip-lock bags to preserve their nasty. Indeed, all the cases were following English law, but one thing perplexed the anthropologist. Periodically, a man covered in scarves would walk around and feel the breasts of all the women there.When the day was over, the chief asked the anthropologist if they were following English law exactly. The anthropologist replied that they did, but couldn’t understand about the man in the scarves.The Chief said, “Well we don’t understand it either, but it’s clearly part of English law.”“What?” exploded.