Mr. Waters was laying on his bed. He was naked. Damn, what a smoking body. Thinner, lean to be exact. And what a big dick! I want to climb on th...t thing now. I instinctively spread my legs as if I was going to let Mr.Waters inside. He was stroking himself super slowly. I love watching men masturbate. He covered his hand in some sort of oil and stroked again. The television in the room was in front of him. Not the same one on the wall today of course, but none the less..it was a big. "I took hold of a cell door, jacked up the strength of the suit tomaximum, and pulled it off it's hinges, bending a couple of the bars inthe process."Believe us now, Doc? Sorry about that, Chief. I'll replace that doorwhen this is all over."I dropped the door on the floor with a resounding clang, and looked atDoc Jamison.He looked at me like I was from Mars or something, his mouth wide openingand closing like he was trying to talk, but couldn't find any words.Finally he managed to. She turned, looking to Ewan for guidance, but unknowingly looking directly into the lens. She unzipped her dress, it fell to the floor, where she stepped out of it, and took another step upwards. She could almost feel the camera as it zoomed in on her shapely bottom, visible through the transparent material of her panties. Ewan’s instructions had been clear enough before she had started, but now she tried to remember them. “Ah yes.” Amanda faced the camera again, which was now several steps. I was rubbing her ass and her back, then the side of her tits. She reached down and took my cock in her hand. She squeezed tight, then ran a finger across the tip, gathering as much precum as she could. She then placed her finger in her mouth and savored the taste humming softly. Then while staring at me she slowly slid down squatting in front of me and taking my cock in her mouth. She was looking up at me the entire time. I was stroking her hair softly and she reached up taking hold of my.