’ He whispered. Isabel nodded and tried to relax. Thomas kissed her softly and chastely for a few minutes before lifting her gown up to her waist. I...abel could feel his hard cock against her thigh. Thomas slid two fingers into her pussy and Isabel gasped at the pleasure. Thomas gently slid his fingers in and out of her a few times until he knew she was wet. He rolled onto her and positioned the head of his hard cock at the opening of her pussy. ‘I’m sorry’ He whispered and rammed his cock deep. I felt like I had a banana and it was being peeled. Wow, she was tight, I cried out and thrust upwards, spouting spunk into her arse. She carried on moving for a few moments, my cock slipping on its own sperm. It was a lovely feeling.She turned her head to me and kissed me gently. "That was lovely, Dickie".After a bit more drinking and dancing I walked her home as she lived nearby and it was on my route home. I left her at the front door of her flat.The next Friday, I called at her flat, and. “Women have all the power,” he said. “How’s that?” “Only women know what’s going on.” “They do terrible things to the women in Afghanistan,” I said bravely. My friend again. With the hairy legs. “They do,” he agreed. “Because they think women have all the power.” “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said. “You hadn’t thought of that?” “I just take photos,” he shrugged. His face clicked shut like the closing of the aperture. I took more clothes off to try to make it open again and let the light in.. It don´t make no difference that the girl happens to be you." He guffawed cheerfully. "You ain´t no different from any other slave. When you do a bunk you´re guilty of theft. In these parts such a theft ain´t a bit popular. It gets stepped on... hard!" He winked and let it go at that.Then the construction. A simple pedestal driven in the ground. A short crosspiece. Two stakes. Nine watching girls began to comprehend the fate of one. When a pair of phallus were strapped in place little doubt.