I crept down the hall and listened at both doors of the rooms the girls had claimed as theirs.All I heard from either of them was more soft snoring.We...finished the first half of the roof the next day, and got maybe a third of the second side done. To be honest, we were all tired, and took our time, knowing that the next day would be the end of things.Maybe it was for that reason that Denise was in better shape than Beth had been, and eager to make up for lost time. That said, she seemed to take. But the interrogator somehow know I'm planning to escape. So he order about 20 men to gangfuck me. They tie me up with chains and ropes, the first one tease me by kissing me by the neck, legs, waist, and ear, and my face. I can't believe I kiss him on the lip, I fell in love with him. I feel so confused. I didn't know this guy out rank the interrogator and they are rivals. He tie me up but he do it with me really gental, making love with him feel like heaven, I tell him: "i don't know why, I. ” She tapped her finger against her lips. What to do what to do. “I will be along shortly Daniel, maybe twenty minutes. Azamel can wait a little while longer.”“As you wish.” The man nodded, got up, and walked out of the bar as simply as he had entered. He knew how to balance the cloak of night so the eyes of others glazed over him, slipped off of him, and let him pass by without notice. A talented man, her sheriff.Antoinette looked back to Jack. He glanced her way a couple of times, no doubt. I was a bitch.I was anxious the rest of the week as Sandy and I talked several times on the cell about the coming weekend. The weekend we would both serve another couple at Randy's apartment. We would be his sexual slaves. We would do anything he wanted. While I was nervous about having sex with another man, my second guy, I was so turned on thinking Sandy would have her first lesbian encounter. To see her eating another woman's pussy. Perhaps see that strapon, the one she had used on me, with.