.”My cock lurched inside my shorts when I heard that. “How old are you?” I queried.“21 saheb” she replied.‘At least she was of a fuckable ...ge’, I thought to myself. “Are you married?” I asked further.“Yes sir, but my husband kicked me out a month later,” she replied matter of factly. Then she proceeded to tell me her sad story, which was so typical of young girls in the village.Apparently, she had been ‘married off’ to this boy at the age of 5 (child marriages were common with these nomads),. This bitch has killed an innocent man. There should be no escape from justice. I went into the building opposite the courtroom. And I waited for the bitch to exit the building. She was surrounded by a bunch of bastards and bitches who supported her. What a bunch of fools. They were showing support for an evil rotten bitch who had committed murder. If she had been a bastard instead of a bitch, she would have been convicted and executed a long time ago. See what I mean about vaginas granting. “I must admit I’ve done the same thing.” It was uncontrollable. That statement was true. I couldn’t help but imagine myself with my sister even if I knew it wasn’t right. A look of relief went across her face as I said that. She looked at me and smiled. We started kissing again, like before, but this time, there was no hesitation. No matter how wrong society might say this is, it felt natural and so right to us. I asked if we could take this to the bedroom and she quickly agreed. I picked her. “The girl should consider herself lucky.“ “M-Mercy... m-mercy... mercy...” Karena was whining, in between heaving sobs. She did not know how she was possibly going to endure the cane on flesh that was already burning so fierily. It was inhuman to treat her so! “And I’ll deal with Zena,” said Miralda grimly. “Twenty four strokes for her!”“Nooo... nooooo... nnnooooo...” Zena’s voice was cracked but urgent in its plea. “Ooooohhhh... I’d... rather... d-die!” “I expect you would,” said Miralda with.