"Don't move, Elona. Stay down where you are." He lifted a radio to his mouth. "Send Security to meet me at the main entrance to the stables immediatel...y please." Minutes later, two guards rushed to join him. "Take this slave to the Infirmary please. She is to be treated and thoroughly cleaned up. And have her delivered to my quarters at 8 o'clock, gentlemen." He watched them starting to drag the terrified girl by her arms. "For goodness sake, CARRY her!" He quickly strode off before his temper. Plants running late shifts, trucks driving in and out, and workers loading and unloading kept the District humming throughout the night, though at a less frenetic pace than during the day. O’Shea could tell which plant Janie rented because there were inspector’s letters plastered all over the office door along with tape over the loading bay doors. A half dozen SUVs were parked outside, however, with discreet guards on the roofs of several of the neighboring buildings. The plant was a low, long. "I touched myself while you were gone." "More then once?" "Yes." "Did you do it for awhile?" "Yes." "Did you make yourself cum?" "No." "Did you do it until you almost came?" "Yes." "So you kept doing it until you were about to cum, then you stopped?" "Yes Daddy." I could feel my pussy tingling. "Did you stop yourself because you knew that that would make things worse when I returned?" "Yes Daddy." "Is there more?" "Yes. I licked off my fingers to taste my pussy." "Did you do this more then. He arrived and was doing his typical job when his supervisor came over and asked him to take a message to the warden. Damon took the folded note and headed back out. When he got to the main building, he found his way to the warden’s office. The secretary took the note and he left. He headed down the corridor when he saw the arriving inmates. The group was made up of the usual suspects – Black thugs, racist white boys, and a few Mexican gangsters. He thought nothing of them and went back to his.