The worst part of all the humiliation was the ball gag placed over our mouths to rob us from protesting this very injustice that was being done. Anoth...r form of humiliation that they forced us through was the very act of removing our clothing. They claimed we were nothing more then animals and didn't deserve the right to them. After an hour of being cramped up and chained in the van we arrived at our destination. Each prisoner was appointed guard that would take them to their cell. Due to the. I don't know what she had in it, but it made the hair stiff. To go with that look, her cheeks, eyebrows and eye shadow were all dark. She looked distinctly punk. Her lipstick was blood red, which you'd think would conflict with the hair, but it didn't."Neem Hah," she said, looking calmly at everyone else in the room.I was astonished. She had just said, "How do you do?" in very passable Mandarin.She grinned. "That's it," she said in English. "That's all I got."Amanda Franklin spoke to her in. May I take the tray now?" He nodded and I bowed again before leaving the room.It was strange what the lure of sex could do to a man. I had become a lackey to a teenager, who was for the first time in my life providing me with regular sex. He knew exactly that and was taking full advantage, treating me like a menial servant in return for letting me have sex with my own wife. Twenty-five years of two maybe three times a month at the most, with a woman who considered sex a wife's occasional chore.. Kay gently kicked her heel on Michael’s torso and steeled herself for the intense searing, yet essential stab of pain, that always happened when Michael withdrew. It would be relatively painless for him, her profuse lubrication allowing him an easy exit, but for his mother, the effect of his curly head passing back through the stretched opening of her cunt felt like she was giving birth to him all over again. However his young head was considerably larger than when he’d first seen the light of.