Then Jake lost his nerve for a second time and took his hand away, letting it rest over his lap, near his bulging crotch. Debbie shut her eyes and pre...ended to be asleep, wondering if her son had realized she was awake. He hadn't though. Jake was still contemplating what to do, whether he should give in to his libidinous curiosity and risk his mum waking up and catching him. If he didn't, he'd regret it, he thought.A moment later, Jake bought his hand round again, looking down at his mum (with. Twenty minutes later we were standing in his living room, which was nicely decorated. His ex-wife might have been a whore, but the woman did have good taste. He showed me to my room and gave me a short tour around the flat. It was big, with a balcony and a gym where, he told me, he worked out every morning. I thought that he must have had a nice body. We sat down on the sofa and he poured us both a glass of wine. Oh, what an amazing wine. A couple of glasses later, I was starting to get turned. “You seem to like that.” She walked behind him again, and he tensed, anticipating more blows. At first there was nothing, and then he heard the swish of leather, and felt the riding crop smack his ass. He couldn’t help it, he groaned, and then groaned again as he remembered what he would do to Beth when she made noise. “Silence!” She barked.His ass was burning now, and he knew it was bright red. He was incredibly turned on, and his dick was begging for some attention. “Please, Beth.” He. There were two or three people about andI was talking to somebody on the other side of the car." How did you get a copy?" One of the lads at the prison, a warder sent me a copy." And that is how the prisoners got hold of it if you're not kidding meand now it's all over the prison." I'm not kidding, a lot of them do have copies and every time somebodyfrom outside goes in they are pestered about the concert, when is it?Will prisoners be able to see it? How many performances, that sort ofthing."We.