When there was a lull in the trade or training and there were excess maids they were given to the guards for amusement. That is, unless, one of the ma...ds had displeased the management. In these cases she was usually used as fodder for a safari like hunt. Management liked to think that it kept the skills of the guards sharp. The slave maid that Jennifer had noticed coming in came in with a bucket, mop and sponge. She opened the door in the stall to Jennifer’s right and went inside. She could. Ron and Brenda held each other and talked for a long time. They asked each other questions about their respective lives and desires and listened attentively to the other's answers. They kissed and caressed each other often. They were two new lovers getting to know each other. Ron found in Brenda a beautiful woman that he could talk easily talk to. Brenda was amazed at how little she had known about this extraordinary man. She wished she could kick herself for not getting to know him a long time. There was no romance, no passion, no adventure. I remember thinking that if I was going to go through the effort of r****g somebody, I would have made it more interesting. As timed passed and the hallucination didn't stop, I began to worry. Three more men ****d me before they noticed something wasn't quite right. It was when the fucking stopped that I finally realized that I was dead. The pain was never going to end. I was never going to be able to return to the life I had once had. I would. Darlene managed to turn around so her ass was smothering Ron’s cock, then lifted herself up and lowered her pussy on to his hefty eight-inch cock. She started moving up and down burying his full length in her pussy and then raising up so only the tip remained. Ron wrapped his arms around her and took her tits in his hands, rubbing and pinching as Darlene got a rhythm going. Soon they were both moaning and groaning and then Darlene grabbed one of Ron’s hands and placed it right above where his.