By the time that Sandrine came, whimpering and moaning very loudly, there was no doubt that she would stick with Daddy and continue their adulterous l...aison for keeps. I hoped to catch them doing it on the Maillol marriage bed someday as well, but that would probably happen given enough time. Seeing Daddy pull Sandrine’s kinky, curly hair as he drove deeper into her twat from behind, taking her doggy-style, I could see that Sandrine was a natural-born slut and would never want to give up this. I was drawn to her shapely curvy body, and breasts that a fully matured woman would adore. Her dress, was a thin skirt, that was as wide as my hand and as flimsy as a feather. I held out my hand to her and she took it, walking towards me.'Be gentle with her', the Chief mumbled as I went past him. 'She's my niece'I guided her down the steps and towards the empty, clean bed in the centre of the arena. In the other five beds, men were plowing the young women, but hardly any of the girls looked. They had driven there from Connecticut the day before, like sensible people, to have a little time in Philly before the gig the next day. ‘Me, I went north instead, where I was featuring at a little open mike at Wellesley College. Which is in the suburbs of Boston.’ ‘Yeah, I grew up in New England, too, actually, near you, in Connecticut,’ I interjected. ‘Sorry, please go on, Robert.’ ‘Right on. What town?’ ‘Westport.’ ‘Ah, the Gold Coast. I grew up in New Canaan, among the bankers.’ ‘Ah,. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketballcourts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic Utopia. With policeforces across the country depleted by war, the Department of Homeland Securitydesperately needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses. Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and camedown on prisons like the devil's hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a roughway. Purgatory was the first prison.