Sleeping in the open was no stranger to men used to transporting large herds of cattle and horses over long distrances and when Night fell they were e...ating meagre rations of bully bacon, beans and bread washed down with bitter coffee. After eating they sat in their bed rolls while Turk Benson played a sad tune on his harmonica and Stan Collins sang in a pleasant tenor a sad Irish melody dedicated to lost love. They then tried to outdo each other with scared what they claimed to be true ghost. Oh, great God why can’t I just sleep through this part?I moan in frustrated despair, as the agony assaults me again and I thrash on the bed I’ve been placed on. Biting into a pillow I scream my hatred and suffering at no one, because Asmodeus isn’t here. I cry until I have nothing left and wait, forever it seems for this soul wrenching horror to end. When it is finally over, I realise that I am not truly alone. The demoness who came in earlier with Asmodeus is still here, standing by the foot. The man fucking her was really getting to her. She felt another orgasm approaching and wondered if there was a way to achieve double penetration in the swing. She suddenly inhaled deeply and came hard as the finger wormed its way into her ass up to the first knuckle.The combination of the finger slipping into her ass, and her inner muscles clenching around his cock proved to be too much for the man fucking her. He lost control of himself and exploded deep inside her with a shout. Dan watched. Robert looked at it, rolled his eyes and sat down on the mattress. ‘Mr. Strong, as long as you are defiant, you are going to get exactly what you don’t want.’ ‘Leave me alone.’ ‘When you are ready to talk, my office is right down the hall.’ Jared walked to his office. Robert refused meals and medication. He left the room only to use the bathroom. Since he was a new admit and considered a suicide risk, Biggie acted as his one-to-one. Wherever he went, Biggie was with him, including the bathroom..