The diaries were mundane, showed the tedium of her death row existence. Every day was the same. She’d be awoken at dawn by fire alarm type bells. Th...en she’d wash up from a cold-water tap and sit on her bunk, eat a bowl of porridge.Then she’d be forced to stand, for an hour, in her cell, in contemplative silence.Afterwards, she’d be sent to labor. Her job: sweeping the floors. All day, she’d pace the cells, various parts of the prison, sweeping the floors. Made to wear a special red prison. Just when Iron Twinkie was preparing to sing their hit song I’ve Got a Headache This Big, and a Dick to Match, the guitarist broke a string. When he replaced it the audience wished he hadn’t, because out of the speakers came an awful sound. It was Bon Jovi’s You Give Love a Bad Name! I awoke to find that the room had been turned upside down. At least I thought it had. I picked up my black top hat and put it on. That was when I realized I was on the ceiling, because that was when I fell off of. Now pacing himself, Donald elaborates on what both women did to earn them this today.He lists their crimes with each slap, his fingers rubbing her clit so well; the enjoyment of tasting Sasha again, Emma relishes the rising tide again; trying to hold back for the final crash over the falls.Sasha is holding Emma’s head firmly in her cunt, Donald’s fingers move to allow his hard cock to rub against her clit, and then, when well covered with Emma’s juices he can slide into her vag when she lifts. She reclaimed her position on Tony's lap.Tony handed Cheri a tissue and set the box on her lap. Everyone else in the room was waiting patiently and more than just a little confused."Cheri you understand this is part of it right? You need to get it out. Remember these are the good guys. Everyone in this house and everyone in mine, we love you and we want you to be happy. Now come right out and say it, because I know you understand it. Pick your head up and talk to them and I bet we can make.