” Andy turned around and kissedKathy.Andy pulled away from Kathy. “Let’s see you kiss.” She rubbed a finger overher pussy lips...while she watched Bobby and Kathy kissing and fondling eachother’s breasts. “That’s so fucking hot.”“For me too.” Bobby looked at Kathy. “For us.”“Yeah,” Kathy said. “There’s something about another girl watching . . .”“Not just watching.” Bobby unfastened. Simpson convinced me to carry a couple of burgers and fries to the jail. We delivered the approved paperwork, which we hand carried through the building to the office of the head jailer. While the staff made their checks and balances, I ate a McDouble and fries. That and a canned coke from the machine in the hallway was lunch for both of us.It wasn't my favorite meal, but I also didn't feel that I had been punished. I sat quietly in the small jail house waiting room while they rounded up Gypsy. The hanging wire, work table and bedspread were entirely filled with variations of Tommy’s pictures. There was even a small stack on the floor. Various types of camera gear were lying wherever they could.“Don’t worry, I brought my own paper,” Heather reassured me, her voice oddly subdued.Clearly ... I’ve never even owned that much paper... But by that point, I wasn’t worried about the excess materials or expense. I was distracted by two contraptions that I’d suddenly noticed. One was set up on. I screamed. I couldn’t help it. I lay there half gasping, half sobbing.I watched as the belt was wielded back behind Peter’s shoulder and then sizzled through the air with a whizzing sound which stopped abruptly as the leather bit into my soft flesh. I screamed uncontrollably.The belt now began flashing through the air, striking me and then being rapidly raised ready for the next onslaught against the tenderness of my breasts. Again and again and again, the blows came raining down in quick.