STARTFromM. Robert Dumarche,Chief Warden of the City Prison,City of Marseille. To Chief Advocate,City of Marseille.Dear Sir, I have the honor of send...ng you these enclosed writings, which werefound in the cell of the convicted murderer, the Italian GuiseppeMarchio. They spin a fantastic tale and are so totally unbelievable thatthey make one wonder about the prisoner's sanity. He has spun anincredible tale, integrating fact and what is plain fantasy. ............................ This began. Carmichael was arriving today, I have been bored out of my skull for the past week.Being bored and not yet tired, Sandy thought she would relieve a little tension before she tried to sleep. She went to her vanity and selected an anal vibrator and a big, fat dildo. I have already had my anal cherry taken against my will. I want to use it for MY pleasure now. Jeanie won't be off for hours and I am too horny to wait.Sandy took off her pink sari and tossed it down the laundry chute. She sat on the. “Quit the bitch act Kassidy.” She said leaning into the mirror to carefully apply a dark shade of red lipstick. Her black hair was tied back into a severe ponytail and she was in her usual getup of leather and jeans. “What’s bothering you?”“I’m not being a bitch.” I argue.“Sweetie, you’ve been wearing my bitch crown for over a week now.” She said then bolted her lips together. “Now tell me what’s wrong and give it back.”I couldn’t tell her about Devin. That wasn’t even a tempting option, so I. By then the pain eased and I was startingto feel an electricty coursing through my nether regions. Thwap! the 8 incherrammed to hilt then I gulp for air as my skull fucker let's me breath for a moment.Time seemed to slow and this tempo seemed to go on for ages, all the while, electricpleasure surged through my bowels, crackling at the point his hard cock met myboi pussy.Then the skull fucker held me hard against his pubes for too long, I struggled for air, intensifying the my throat.