Will she get to see her father alive and well ever again?Sleepy at last, she had gotten up and groggily made her way back to the tent — only to over...leep.With Phillip taken care of, she fried fish for both their breakfasts. After they had eaten and she had Phillip safely zipped into the tent, Dessie put on her belt, patting the items as she checked them off in her mind, then added a handful of choice slingshot rocks to her pants’ pocket.With a smile, she loaded a stone into her slingshot’s. In the beginning all I heard was obnoxiously loud laughing and clunking as they stumbled around the room. Then I heard Bruce moan loudly and scream for mother to take him deep. I wanted to roll over and cover my head with the pillow but then I remembered how soft mother's lips and tongue had been and I unzipped my pants and slid my hand inside. I enjoyed pretending it was Mother's hands or even her lips as Bruce continued to moan and grunt. I felt my balls tighten and prevented myself from. Jaq was soon gagging on the big cock in her mouth, as the one at the other end inched further into her wet pussy.I sat and watched as these two well hung Indian guys took turns at each end spit roasting my wife. I had grabbed a pair of Jaqs used panties and was about to spill my load into them. Jaq released the cock from her mouth and said, "make a mess in those and you will be licking them clean later." It made no difference and I shot a huge load into the gusset of her panties.The guys were. The door was not closed.It may seem pretty obvious in hindsight, since I was already out of the prison, but at the time, the sheer ludicrousness of nothing barring my way to freedom shocked me. I simply stared at the door and kept staring. The door not being closed was one part of the wonder. The more amazing thing was where the door actually was.It lay on the ground. A few paces in front of its frame The sturdy iron was crumpled, a piece of valuable paper crushed in a rich man’s fist. The.