He was standing very close. I could feel the need oozing off of him. His hand pulled me against him."After all this time, you still want your turn?" H...s hand cupped my ass. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me."Why wouldn't I? You're even sexier than in high school." The feel of him against me. The memories of that one night, and so many others. There were doors on either side. "The one over there is empty." We were moving casually across the room. But I'm sure people noticed. Those. I laid like that for a while, trying to catch my breath, assuming that the feather's onslaught was over. But then, it returned – this time on my breasts. It moved back and forth between them, dancing over the sensitive skin, but always staying tantalizingly close to but never in contact with each of my rock hard nipples.I could feel myself starting to lose control, as I began thrusting my breasts towards the feather, trying to get it to come in contact with my desperately sensitive nipples, but. While this was happening the deputies practiced adjusting the correction bench and securing the “participant” in place and then releasing them.Beginning on the third day, corrections officers and deputies were caned, four women in the morning and four men in the afternoons. Afterward the officers were allowed two days off with pay to recover. It simply wasn’t a good idea to have officers in less-than-optimal condition handling prisoners or working on the street.Surprisingly, what someone. “I thought I was making love to your father” my mom said as she is getting up from bed naked to get dress.My mom’s naked body turned me on so much my dick got hard instantly and was nakedly exposed without cover. I just stare at her as she gets dress and couldn’t say anything.“Turn around young man, I need to get dress, and you should put your pants back on” my mom demanded. Mom was trying to avoid looking at my hard on, but I can see that she peeks every so often as she dresses herself.I took.