I know it won’t last, though -- and I don’t mind that thought, either. He'll be a nice fuck.Anyway, after a few minutes, an announcement is made ...hat the lights will go off in two minutes. I’m not sure why they tell us that, but sure enough, in a couple of minutes the room becomes dark. It takes awhile for my eyes to adjust so that I begin to make anything out in the room. In a moment, though, the voice returns over the PA system.“Ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to offer you a special. The noise got closer with every heartbeat. “No! You can’t take me down there! I’m as good as dead down there… do you hear me… dead!” The wild prisoner who had resisted the earlier attempts at DNA scanning had come out of his drug-induced lethargy and was making life difficult for his guards, who had him hog-tied with a pair of carbon-fiber cuffs. The guards, fully outfitted in rigid Marine body armor and armed with snub-nosed assault rifles, carried the malcontent by both arms into the lift. Somehow that helped me to decide which direction was up. When I managed get my head above the surface, I noted that I was still a few feet from the other shore, and the roaring hole in the wall was approaching rapidly.When my hands finally touched the shoreline I got the final feeling of horror since my legs could not feel the bottom. I forced my fingers into the hard ground, and with some powerful kicks with my legs, I finally managed to pull myself up onto the other side. I was gasping for. We’re going to need some for the rest of the lesson.” Then he stood, removed his robe, and strode to the bed, carrying the cruet of oil. I followed, losing my robe as well. Marty stretched out on the bed on his back. “For this next part,” he said, “I will need to be very hard. Are you ready for the next step?” “Yes,” I replied. “Good, then I want you to lube my cock with the olive oil and bring me to the edge.” Well, while it had been decades since I had last beat Marty’s meat, this part would.