Spotlights illuminated center stage. Four girls pranced into view, then slithered down among the audience. A petite, well-endowed blonde made her way ...oward Mason. I glared, but he pushed a ten pound currency note into her waistband.As the girls returned to the stage, they had their outfits full of currency notes. As the show started, I leaned toward Mason and whispered that I could do even better. That was the evening’s turn.The first act cleared out. The announcer grabbed the microphone and. A guy he was fucking last year got mad and killed himself. He was humiliating him. I dont want to tell you all the story but it was ugly( later Pietro told me that Vito was filming all the humiliations with this poor guy - like fucking him with a stick or making him drink his urine, etc.And after uploding everything on the internet. When the guy had understood about that he had committed suicide)(Yes, they had also cellphones in this prison, the poor guy was filmed with cellphone)- I am afraid.. ’ He walked out of sight. She was left looking at him as he went, the keycard finally unlocking the door. She sighed as she entered her room. He’d just called her ‘ma’am.’ What the hell was that supposed to mean? Her room was standardized, just like all Overwatch outposts. Clean, silver gray metallic walls and floor, overhead lighting, and the simplest of amenities. She took her time removing the bulky charge suit and placing it in her locker. She then stripped off the full underwear stocking. As yet Claire had said nothing to her boyfriend Trevor about her Mothers plans or of her own spying upon her Mother, for Claire had more than once been aware of Trevor covetously eying up her Mums legs and large breasts. Not that it greatly worried Claire, who very often did the same herself and her view was there was enough of her Mother for both of them, even her father John was welcome to see her own charms, but there was no way the bitch in her Mother’s office was having her to herself!....