Where d’ya get it? Are you banging your G.P.?’ It was an hour later, and Down was in a shit-hole called The Dog and Duck. It was the kind of pub t...hat resisted all attempts at civility, especially from the regulars, who were Rottweiler-territorial about it, they marked their scents with piss and beer, and defended it from intruders with low guttural growls from foam-filled mouths. The Dog and Duck at 11:00 A.M.–already drunk on testosterone, sick of itself, and pleading for female attention.. The black guy then says "you enjoyed that hard fuck didn't you?" And i smile saying "I loved it babe, love how you fuck me and the feeling of your big black cock, it's the best." The black guy replies saying "Good to hear, I love how your tight pussy clamps onto my cock so will be fucking you a lot more". I smile happily kissing again. The black guy slowly pulls out climbing off me looking at my messy, creamy pussy then turning to look at my hubby, looking back at me he says "think your husband. I had them tie in the four longest poles in the hatch pattern I wanted. “Ok now put more clay on the wall to this height and I made a mark on both sides of the wall about 18 inches up from the first poles. We ran out of daylight and materials before they reached the second tier, but they saw what I was after and could carry on without me. I took a piece of rope and cut it to 18 inches long and said to use this rope to measure when to put the next poles in. I showed the men with the first set. Did the gas leave her blind? Was this an added punishment? She was lifted from the box and carried upright along what sounded like a passageway. Her legs were still too weak to support her, the massive hands on either side of her were quite sufficient. There was a pause, more mechanical sounds and a door was flung wide. The glare was blinding, revealing that her eyes did function; now they functioned to deliver pain through her retinas to her brain. She slammed her eyes shut, tears.