We were sitting by the window and he just looked at me. Finally, he shook his head. He said he couldn't understand how we do it. I asked him, 'Do what...?' Do you know what he said?"Bill smiled and said, "I don't know, but I'll make a guess. He can't figure how you keep your people."She grinned and squeezed his hand. "I love my perceptive husband! That's it! It seems he had lunch with Sandy a couple of days ago. She cleaned their clock in court last week and absolutely destroyed their senior. "Oh the punk wants us to 'come on'," the fat one said standing up from his motorcycle. "I think he might be one of them there baby killers Lucas. Look at that Army field jacket. You a baby killer punk?"I knew that we were in trouble at that point. Unfortunately, I had made the mistake of wearing my field jacket into the restaurant."Come on guys, we don't want any trouble," I said."Looks like we got one of them baby killers and a coward guys too," the fat guy said with a sneer.Then I felt rage. Estelle spoke first. "Surely, the explanation required is not from us, Sir. Surely it is Miss Mbute that should answer." It was not our fault, Sir," Amanda joined her sister. "Surely you will believe us. She took advantage of the submissive nature that you have encouraged in us. We were naturally inclined to obey. That is what you have required of us."I smiled, incredulous, and got to my feet. "So, this is in some way my fault? That you, of your own free will, both allowed yourselves to be. The winner has to be the sole person left in the cage who has notbeen thrown out. You will be thrown out if you touch your cock, or spilla single drop of your seed other than in someone else's body, or ifsomeone else comes in your ass. You will also be thrown out if youpunch, kick, scratch or headbutt another contestant."Amy smirked. "There will be a time limit of one hour. If more than onesissy is left in the cage, everyone loses. And to make it hard for youto do nothing, we've given you all a.