Down in the damp basement, Rose liked to torment the female prisoners more than the silly males who were no fun with their stoic blank looks. The wome...n were much more fun when she was able to get them to sob or cry asking for mercy. Of course, she was the wrong person to be handing out mercy in their dire circumstances. Often, she would promise some sort of respite and then talk one of the guards into giving the silly bitch a nice whipping for being "uppity". It was strange that the older women. He took the hat from Philip?s hand.?As always, I?m at your service, Philip,? Louis said in his mostingratiating manner.I swear that Philip stared at Louis in the most bizarre way for amoment, and that whatever that look meant, Louis understood it. ThenPhilip turned his back on them both and trudged away deeper into thewoods until the crunching sounds made by his boots gradually diminishedinto silence.Louis approached Mr. Beaseley and put his arm upon his shoulder as ifthey were the best of. For one very simple reason.”“What’s that?” I asked her, truly curious now, as I came down her throat, much to her delight.“Because you’re the boss. I shouldn’t own my boss’s cock, should I? You wouldn’t be my boss, would you, not much of one, if I did. So, while I might claim another part of you, the dick ... no. Just no. You’re the boss. You’re in charge. That’s how it should be. It feels right, doesn’t it? You bossing me around. Telling me what to do. That’s how it should be. You’re older and. " Oh, Tanya," Robyn moaned, feeling Tanya's fingers tracing her thigh up to her moistening crotch. "I've never done this before. Not with a woman."The older girl was unbuttoning Robyn's dress, slipping her hand into her warm cleavage there, palming the ripe mound and carefully tweaking the hard, tingling nipple. Tanya eased the younger brunette back onto the bed, feeling success within her grasp. One hand slipped inside the leg of Robyn's panties and found the moistening slit of her baby.