The women can be handled simply, as you can probably figure. Men, on the other hand, are more difficult to deal with. And that, my friends, is why The...Pit exists. It is basically one giant prison cell where I keep the maligned men of my life. At last count, it contains one federal prosecutor, two former boyfriends, one rogue accountant, two ex-employees, and a man that used to be one of my largest rivals in the region. Now they spend their days in the pit, in an almost perpetually aroused state. If they felt God’s love, they wouldn’t feel pain. It was almost like they were hypnotizing themselves to sleep through the horror.The loudest sound was the wailing of children. They didn’t understand what was going on, why they were trapped and hungry. For parents with infants, there was the problem of diapers. Spare clothing was cannibalized, but there was no way to dispose of the used ones, other than just tossing them aside. For a lot of people, just doing their business in a corner was. Fraser rose aggressively, glaring at them all. Knowing he couldn’t stand up to all of them, he just shouted, ‘Bah,’ at them and walked away to the other side of the room by himself. James MacRae sat and pondered the perspective of the Fraser’s being in control of Camus and knew after McCaulay’s last response, that it wasn’t a good idea to have him in a position of power. His focus changed to Harlan Douglas as the better choice. He wasn’t a man of great stature or presence, but James saw a quick. Yeah, let us not. When you open your mouth ... never mind, just fuck the guy and let’s go. I can’t believe it’s taking you this long to have him shove his dick in you.The executioner’s grip slackens, enough for the girl to pull away. When she does, she grabs his massive hand and places it firmly on her ass. She feels his hand grip it, his fingers digging into it. Her tail whips around, showing more of Hazel’s agitation than hers. She knows the cat hates her wicked sexual nature, but she doesn’t.