I was really nervous so I showed up a little early so Alan could fuck me and calm me down.Everyone shows up around 8 and we play some video games and ...have some guy talk and then I look at Austin and Alan and give them a look as if to say "is now a good time?" And they both shrugged and mouthed "Why not?" So I motion for them to stand with me and I stand between them and say,"Guys, we have a little something to tell you and we want to know if you guys would be down to join in on this." They sit. .fuck me...she wasn't ready for this...fill my ass with cum... she wasn....... without warning he started shoving it in. She started to scream in agony. "Yes...scream slut." It burned, though in time that burning sensation turned into pleasure. She couldn't breathe, her mind was blank. She felt like she was shitting at first but couldn't release it and it was trying to get back inside. He was just continuosly abusing every part of her body, and taking it anyway he pleased. The humiliation. She. I missed the companionship not necessarily Andrew. I hung around the house till time to meet Bosco at the over look."Hello Sylvia, how you doing hon?" he greeted me."I'm just fine Bosco. Let's get on with it." I took out some notes I made that morning from the earlier interview tape... "So I need a mixing barrel I'm thinking heavy plastic trash can. Maybe even on wheels" Yeah long as it has never been used and as long as you keep it clean. How much do you plan to cook?" he asked."I really plan. Begin the process, I will be along shortly."Butyrka Prison, MoscowThe notice on the door, 'Приемная комиссия (Admissions office)' proclaiming the use of this room, is another lie. The room is empty. No desk, along with no window. There is a stain on the floor, which I try not to look at as the handcuffs are removed, freeing my arms and as I draw them around myself, I turn just as the door slams shut.There is nothing, not even a chair.Only the one door, which swings open. I've moved to the back.