The old woman had Bailey pegged, but it also felt like Bailey found a kindred soul."What is he?" Janet asked the old woman."Por aqui lo llamen un Gran...Cura, pero su familia dicen el Verdadero Cura," the old woman replied."People around her call him a Great Healer," Magdalena said. "His family says a True Healer." His family?" Bailey leaned forward."El septimo hijo de un septimo hijo en su family tiene poder como pocos debajo de los ojos de mi Dios."Bailey sat back."What?" Janet said, looking. But now as things got quite, it was just the two of us, and this was the first time I had ever boned Mona, one of the prime sub-debs in my high school. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she whimpered and gasped. I released her lovely boobs, grasped her trim waist and held her to my belly as I drove every inch I could muster up into her and held it there until it flexed and jumped. She climaxed with a scream and fell down on me, blubbering, mashing her. "No, please stop."But she ignored me and rubbed the head harder, and I cried out in pain. "God, please stop, Rachel!"Pumping and twisting so hard that she panted, she said, almost short of breath, "No. I'm sorry, Blake, but this is what you wanted. I'm not stopping. I'm not going to stop." No." It came out as a whisper."I'm sorry, honey." No."She mocked me, then. "Oooh, does that hurt, big guy? Does that hurt, Blake? Does it hurt when I abuse your fucking little sensitive head?" Please," I. My dress was pulled up. Until Breakfast time, severalhours later, I was used by everyone in the cell, until they weresatisfied.After we were fed, we were taken to a shower room and allowed to cleanup. More liberties were taken with me by both the prisoners and thematrons. Mid morning, I was given underwear and shoes and taken to thecourthouse. I was questioned by the police and the DA where I told mystory. After several questions from the police, the robbery detail leftand Mistress Sonja.